#sure he’s not the cooking type but some stuff had to rub off on him

[imjustfloatingaway]

so funny this answer is from the official account and it’s wrong

yes i said it

it’s portia, asra, muriel, julian, nadia, then lucio

i only put nadia before lucio because i feel like i can trust her to follow directions while i’m unsure lucio even knows what a ladle is

best to worst cooks?

Portia, Asra, Muriel, Nadia, Lucio, Julian

[gatitties]

Dye it baby

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: a special day with your boys, a day of memories and torture

─ Warnings: obsession, metion of bullying, toxic behavior, blood, mention of torture, yandere stuff

Part one / Part two / Part three / Part five

How the first two parts have 1000 likes ??? thank you very much!! 🫶🏻

Lil edit: sorry @boycigs it's been so long i forgot i had to tag you 😭

You never knew how to measure quantities when cooking, because you didn't want to go short, you always ended up adding more ingredients than you should, which led you to make too much food, in this case, little strawberry cupcakes along with some other fruits.

You had time to do it on one of those rare days where you weren't being stifled by the presence of any Bonten executive, having you as their secretary made it easier for them to be accessible to you, but unfortunately they couldn't stop you from interacting with other people, more than anything because they also needed men to do their dirty work, men you seemed to talk to from time to time, which they didn't like.

For you, it was just small interactions, greetings, small talks with the guys who were hanging around, who came from missions or bodyguards who watched every corner in the barracks, nothing really important, you were just being nice like you would to anyone else, although most of them would only nod at your presence or words, they had already been threatened and knew the consequences.

But that didn't stop some clueless from enjoying your presence more than they would like, not to mention the fact that you want to distribute the leftover cupcakes among those men, they'd rather throw away your homemade food before those creeps could taste it, but they couldn't stop you, at least not most of the time.

You wanted to think that the disappearance of some people with whom you spoke or shared that leftover food was not your fault, after all, working with this type of criminal exposed you to many dangers, but you really did not know how far your boys could go for simply smiling at another person.

You put those thoughts aside, clutching the box full of cupcakes tightly, you reached the elevator in the main building, dialing the highest number, you waited patiently, humming the light music on hold, on your way out you simply walked a few more steps and knocked on the door already well known. It opened with a creak, as soon as you entered, being received by an arm hooking onto you in a loose hug, you smiled when you saw Mikey, anxious to see what you had prepared this time, despite not being his favorites, everything you did to he, would be a culinary work.

"By the way, today is dyeing day."

"Hmm? It is?"

You muttered at Rindou's words, noticing now, the boys who already had part of their natural color at the root of their hair, you shrugged smiling at the younger of the Haitani, nodding at his request, earning pitying glances from Kakucho, who was the only one who decided not to alter his original hair.

You approached him, rubbing his shoulders in a comforting way, trying not to let his kicked puppy look affect you, you offered him a smile that was enough to warm his heart, looking for a second at the expressions of his companions to silently boast of being the only one that received all your attention.

"Don't worry Kaku, I'll make sure that my next day off is just for you, we can make that recipe you told me about the other day, or visit some place you want."

The completely bitter and serious expressions of the others turned into small grimaces that were meant to be smiles as you turned to them, letting Takeomi lead the group out while you give a last silent wave to Kakucho, who simply nodded at your action, as soon as you were out of sight a frown on his face.

Kaku really hated 'dyeing days' because he was the only one not included in the bonding time with everyone, but then again he could always take advantage of it, just like now, he always got an extra day with you, and best of all It's just that it was just you and him, so he had your full attention.

Although he had to leave that for later, now, returning with the boys and you, you went out of the building to the crowded streets of Tokyo, everyone staying on the sidelines except Kokonoi, who was the only one who went with you to buy the hair dye, since the group itself would draw a lot of attention and he was the one handling the money, the others reluctantly agreed as he took your hand to guide you to the nearest store.

"Don't you want to dye your hair too?"

"I think not for now, my hair doesn't look so bad right?"

"Of course not! It's perfectly fine."

You laughed at how Koko was quick to make sure your hair was perfectly fine, knowing how delicate people your age could be because of the dreaded gray hair. You both walked out of there after choosing the appropriate colors for everyone, smiling at the packages you were holding in your hand.

It reminded you of your youth, you went through that stage too, you learned how to apply the dye on your own because going to a hairdresser would be a lot of work and much more expensive, although you stopped applying so many dyes to your hair because it started to get drier. When the boys discovered this —snooping through your old photos from your high school days— they asked you to apply the dye.

While everyone got used to being treated by a ridiculously expensive professional hairdresser, nothing could compare to taking advantage of this to spend more time with you, not to mention enjoying the feeling of being pampered by you, giving them a little scalp massage when you applied the dye to them, it was something that even the most experienced or expert hairdresser could not achieve.

"Who should be first?"

You all ended up in your house, because you continued to maintain that house even though the boys told you it wasn't necessary, but you hadn't spent most of your life working to buy this property and now just abandon it so abruptly, no, you weren't going through that, plus it was always like a refuge of your own peace of mind, although in the majority there was always someone who interrupted you on your day off.

You observed that everyone had impatient eyes, watching as you internally debated who should be the first to go through your majestic hands and head caresses, taking one last look at everyone you made up your mind once and for all.

"I guess we can start with Ran, since I'm going to take longer with him, you go after Rin, the rest of you shouldn't take that long so you can choose the order, oh, without any shouting or throwing knives."

You warned before taking the brothers to the bathroom, aware that the last time you told them to choose the order in which you were going to dye them they ended up fighting to see who would be the first to receive your attention. You started working with Ran, massaging his head while applying the dye, it took you half an hour to finish them both as they had two different colors, which complicated the process, luckily the others only had one color to choose from.

You weren't surprised that the next one to enter the bathroom was Mikey, after all he was the boss, and if the brothers had been lucky enough to go before him, it was only because it was your decision and he respected it. You took your time with him, knowing that he enjoyed more than anyone the reassurance that your fingers gave him, running over his skin in a firm but gentle way, it was refreshing for him, the only place where he could let his guard down and relax to the point where he almost falls asleep

The next one was Takeomi, he was the fastest since he only had a small part of his hair, that didn't mean that he didn't feel satisfied by the simple fact of being with you alone. He was followed by an impatient Sanzu, who was always very restless despite being with you, as if he were the rebellious and hyperactive son of the group, then Mochizuki entered and finally Kokonoi.

You sighed once you kicked Koko out of the bathroom, leaving you to relieve yourself while cleaning the dye stains left on your hands, you wet your face to cool off, feeling tired after a long day.

"Guys… can you tell me what the hell are you doing with my school album again? I thought I had hidden it…"

You stared blankly at the group of men who decided to deliberately ignore your words, one of the few times they did, more focused on gossiping about your past as a student.

"Who is it? You have many photos with this person."

Sanzu pointed, you approached to check who was, a smile tugging at your lips upon seeing that person, the boys silently stared at your expression, feeling an internal anger against the stranger despite not knowing anything about that person.

"That was my first couple, although we didn't end up very well."

"Why?"

"Cheated on me with someone else." you immediately noticed how the tension increased in the room, rushing to continue talking "Oh, but we were both very inexperienced, it was the first relationship for both of us and we had many ups and downs."

"Why would you keep the photos of this person? Seems useless."

"Mikey… that's rude, I keep them because it's a memory of my life, although I only keep the good times."

They continued to look at more photos —some embarrassing— and judge the people you had the closest contact with in the past, Takeomi making a mental list of the few names you inadvertently let slip as you remembered between laughs and blushes of embarrassment your adolescent adventures

Although there was someone who annoyed them more than anyone, a girl, an old classmate who decided to mess with you for something quite common in pubescence, pimples and early physical changes, her harassment was only verbal, small teasing so that her group of friends would laugh, luckily nothing physical happened, mostly because one day you decided to stand up to it and set the record straight, since teachers don't do much, you decided that sometimes taking control of the situation wasn't a bad idea.

The girl was embarrassed years later by her attitude towards you and apologized when you met her as an adult, you simply forgave her because she was not and would not be anyone important in your life, there was no point in hating her when you could just forget her.

But the boys did not like this at all, they heard from your own mouth ─because they begged you to tell them the whole story─ that many nights you cried, self-conscious about your appearance, forcing you to do things that were dangerous to your health, both mental and physical, you didn't go to extremes, but without a doubt that year was a bad time that you prefer to bury in the depths of your mind.

Oh boy, Bonten was going to dig up the shit for you to clear your conscience, rather his own under the guise of 'doing it for you', what better way to get over someone than to just wipe them off the face of the Earth? It's a pleasant job for them anyway, especially if they're people who had hurt their mother in some way. You may have taken it as a joke, but the idea of hunting down your former bad classmates, or teachers, were not empty words, it was a promise.

"Hello, Kakucho? Didn't we have an important meeting today?"

"Ah, we can always do without one or two, so don't worry, isn't it better to spend the day with me than listen to us talk for hours about business?"

"I suppose you're right, hearing about your companies is more boring than working as a cashier."

You smiled tightening Kaku's grip on your hand, leading you through a pretty garden full of different flowers, completely oblivious to the reasons why you hadn't been allowed to attend today's meeting. You let go of his hand when he had to take a call, seizing the moment alone you bent down to see a lovely red rose, touching the soft petals of it, going down to the stem just feeling a little prick.

"Ow, it has very sharp spines."

You muttered, a drop of blood falling onto the green grass, staining it slightly red, you immediately felt someone pull your shoulder back, meeting you with a worried look that caused you to laugh.

"Let's get you a doctor."

"Kaku, it's just a cut, some water and a band-aid will suffice."

"Oxygenated water, we don't know if more people have touched that."

"Okay big baby…"

As you spent the afternoon nonchalantly by Kakucho's side, the rest of the boys personally took it upon themselves to give proper torture to that girl who once messed with your appearance, all taking turns slowly draining her blood, letting her life slowly and painfully escaped from her body.

"This teach you not to mess with mom, you stupid bitch."

Sanzu smiled sickly, taking the last turn to finish at once, the others watching in silence, their faces, hands and clothes stained with fresh blood, feelings of pure hatred manifested with blows, stabs, cuts… it was the price to pay for messing with someone she shouldn't, and she had to accept it. Sanzu grabbed the trusty pistol from him, without thinking twice, drowning out the agonized screams that did not stop ringing for four full clock hours, the last drops of blood spattering the walls.

BONUS

"Where have you been? Arriving like this full of blood what the hell?"

Everyone ─except Kaku─ shrank from your angry gaze, ducking their heads like children scolded for doing something wrong, they already knew what they were up against when they arrived at your house completely covered in blood.

"Sorry mom."

They all answered in sync, avoiding your gaze at all costs so as not to feel worse, but they were too eager to see you after having disposed of yet another piece of garbage in the world.

"No 'sorry mom' do you know how difficult it is to get blood stains out of clothes? You're lucky I have my laundry hacks."

[glitterrosesnzz]

can I ask something with a sick venti?i miss him trying to hide his wings even when he feels bad(imagine if he accidentally slaps the traveler with them)

as usual when it comes to me writing m/ondstadt, a bunch of characters who weren't intended to be here ended up showing up anyways-

~

When Aether entered the Dawn Winery, per the request of Diluc's message (which had been urgently sent via bird), the first thing he saw was Kaeya standing in the foyer.

"...Shouldn't you be upstairs helping out?" Aether asked. Kaeya avoided his eyes for a moment, then fixed him with an award winning smile that Aether was not the least bit fooled by.

"I got kicked out. ...For reasons." Kaeya said- and it was at this point that Aether belatedly noticed the layer of frost slowly melting off of the cavalry captain's hands.

"For reasons, huh?" Aether deadpanned, reaching into his pocket dimension and rummaging around for a moment. Eventually he seemed to find what he was looking for, as he pulled out a small bag. "Well- I guess you can do this then- I got some leaves from the Windrise tree and some other... tea stuff. At the very least adding the Windrise leaves to it should help Venti a little. ...I think."

"Ah, reduced to the job of boiling water." Kaeya took the offered bag and started walking in the direction of the kitchen.

"Don't burn it!" Aether called after him.

"Is it even possible to burn water?"

"I'm sure there are ways." A vivid memory of the last time the Raiden Shogun had tried cooking sprung to mind. Aether shook the thought out of his head, and turned and headed upstairs to the bedrooms. As soon as he got up there, he could make out the sound of voices coming from the guest room.

"Bard, get back in that bed right now or so help me-"

"I didn't take you as the type to infringe on other's freedoms, Master Diluc-"

"Alright, that's it-"

Aether opened the door at just the right time to witness Diluc grab Venti by the waist and lift him up and away from the window the anemo archon had clearly been trying to get to. Venti barely even struggled, although he did kick his legs a little bit, clearly trying half-heartedly to hit Diluc and not at all succeeding.

A quick glance to the side revealed that Jean was also in the room, her hand against her forehead in barely restrained frustration.

"Diluc, please be gentle with him." She said, quietly acknowledging the Traveler's presence with a small nod. Diluc didn't verbally respond to her, but Aether could've sworn he saw him roll his eyes.

Venti was practically pouting as he was placed back down onto the bed, crossing his arms and glaring at Diluc, which the other pointedly ignored. Aether finally got a chance to take in Venti's appearance- his hair was all mussed up, and one of his braids was coming undone. The ends of his hair were glowing with the teal of anemo, and that, combined with the flush on his face, was all the information Aether needed to know that Venti was most likely running a fever.

It was only once Aether was standing directly beside the bed that Venti finally took notice of him.

"Oh, hey Traveler!" Venti sniffled a little, rubbing his nose against his sleeve. "Would you mind telling these two that I am perfectly fine enough to make a lil trip to Old Mondstadt?"

"Ha, nice try." Aether said, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside Venti. "Diluc specifically called me in as reinforcement."

"Oh c'mon, I'm clearly fi-ihh...hIH-" The teal glow in Venti's hair flared brighter as his eyes slipped shut. Jean and Diluc hurriedly stepped back away from the bed-

Aether didn't quite get the memo in time.

"Hh'NGkT-chiew!!" Venti doubled over with a stifled sneeze, his wings appearing and unfolding- smacking Aether in the face and knocking him off the bed. The Traveler remained on the floor for a moment, stunned. After a second, he pushed himself up, catching the moment Venti's wings drooped down with exhaustion- and a bit of guilt.

"...Sorry, Traveler." He muttered, retracting his wings with a visible grimace, his body shuddering. Aether frowned, re-taking his position of sitting on the bed- albeit in a spot he was less likely to get smacked by a wing.

"It's fine." Aether said, "Wouldn't it be easier if you just left your wings out, though?"

"Uhh..." Venti rubbed at his nose again, tilting his head to the side a little and avoiding eye contact. Off to the side, Jean and Diluc let out near identical sighs.

"We've been trying to tell him that for the past two hours." Jean said, "He hasn't listened."

Venti fully looked away from them, muttering something about the possibilities of maids walking in at any time. Diluc opened his mouth, clearly about to say something about how he'd sent all the Dawn Winery staff home for the day-

There was a loud crash from the kitchen, startling everyone, followed by a curse that was surprisingly loud enough to reach up to the second floor.

"...I gave Kaeya the job of making tea." Aether said, "How could you possibly mess up at making tea?"

Diluc glanced upwards as though he was praying for a miracle- though he likely wasn't actually praying, considering his god was sitting sick directly in front of him. He turned and marched out of the room, Jean hurriedly moving to follow him- briefly glancing back and silently asking with her expression if Aether could handle Venti on his own. The Traveler gave her a nod in return, and she quickly followed Diluc down the stairs.

Venti stared at Aether.

Aether stared at Venti.

Slowly, as though Aether wasn't staring directly at him, Venti got off of the bed, and on somewhat shaky legs, started making his way towards the window.

Aether patiently waited until Venti was right in front of the window before he launched off of the bed, quickly grabbing onto Venti's shoulders, pulling him back away from the window.

"Aw, c'mon!" Venti whined as Aether started gently pushing him back towards the bed. "Just a tiny trip to Ol-hH-.... Old MondstahH-"

Venti's hands started moving up to his face-

Aether spun Venti around so that he was facing him, grabbing hold of one of Venti's wrist with one hand, and placing his other hand against the back of Venti's head, gently bringing Venti closer to him. Venti squirmed, shaking his head and trying to choke back hitching breaths.

"Hey, it's okay." Aether said, "Trust me."

Even if Venti wanted to protest to that, he didn't really get much choice in the matter.

"Hihh-hH'ISsH-iew!! Hh...hEH'EtSHchiew!!" Venti had no choice but to sneeze into Aether's shoulder, his wings unfurling, one of them smacking into the wall of the room. Aether winced a little at that, figuring it was definitely bruised at least. Venti's wings twitched, and then he was surging forwards with three more sneezes. "Heh- hEH'Tt-shiew! Hh'EtSHiew!! Hh- hihH- hH'ITsHhiew!!"

Aether barely held back a shiver at the sensation of anemo energy that now filled his veins, smirking a little as Venti pulled back, clear surprise on his face.

"...Um." Venti blinked slowly, seemingly processing, and Aether used the opportunity to guide him back to the bed, carefully maneuvering around Venti's wings.

"There we go." Aether said once Venti was sitting down, "You don't have to go to Old Mondstadt anymore, right?"

"....I... guess not?" Venti said, just the slightest bit dazed. A thought seemed to cross his mind, clearing some of the haze from his eyes. "Ah- but, you'll get sick if I keep-"

"Oh, please." Aether scoffed, "I don't get sick."

Venti stared at him with something in between disbelief and being completely and utterly unimpressed.

"No, seriously, I've never been sick in my life." Aether continued, "Never."

Venti opened his mouth, ready to question him-

Another crash, much louder than before, rang out from the kitchen, followed by three different panicked shouts, along with what Aether was certain was the sound of Diluc summoning his claymore. Aether threw his hands up in frustration.

"It is not that hard to make tea! They've literally all done it before!" He said, making his way to the door. He paused in the doorframe, turned around, and pointed at Venti.

"Stay there. I'll be back in a second." He said, and then vanished down the hall. Venti stared unblinkingly at the door for a solid minute, and then sighed, laying down on his side, his wing folding overtop of him like a blanket. If he was going to have to stay here, he might as well get comfortable...

He must've fallen asleep at some point, cause when he next opened his eyes, there was a cup of tea on the nightstand beside him, and Aether was sitting there, looking slightly singed.

"...The art of making tea is more complicated than you'd think." He said, and Venti made a mental note to himself to later ask what in Teyvat had happened in that kitchen.

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

Summery: A deer annoys the life out of you and you become a bit suspicious in the end

CH-7: A slithery......friend?

*poke**poke*

You grumbled in your sleep as you felt something poking you over your blanket. Your eyebrows furrowed as you held Charlie closer who was also asleep. The poking seemed to stop for a moment. But then suddenly your whole blanket was pulled off causing your eyes to shot open.

"Bitc-"

You stopped as a disappointed groan came from the deer in front of you, your blanket in its mouth. You rubbed your temples with frustration. You still wanted to sleep a bit longer.

Begrudgingly, you stood up and headed to your bathroom. After coming out refreshed, you headed to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. You started one of Ashley's drawing livestreams as a background noise and to lift your moods up. You were cackling with all the jokes and jabs from the va's. And blushed whenever alastor would flirt, even if it wasn't directed towards you. This man's voice was just flawless.

For some reason the deer really disliked whenever Alastor spoke. It tried to bite your phone once but you quickly moved it out of its way. "Bad,bad deer!" You shouted.

In response the deer just squinted it's eyes at you with disapproval. You feared for a moment that it'll try to bite your hand off. But it didn't and just turned it's head away from you.

Another weird thing happened when you were trying to cook breakfast for yourself. You left your front door open in hopes the deer will finally leave you alone and go back in the forest. And the other reason was for the ewe to eat fresh grass. After yesterday you were sure they wouldn't run away from you. The ewe did go out. However the deer did not. It settled on just watching you cook in the kitchen.

You were trying to prepare meat for cooking. You cut your meat into small pieces as you went to wash your vegetables. Before you could react, the deer came forward and took the pieces in its mouth, chewing it. You gave the deer a horrified look. You never heard that deer's could eat meat. You only knew them to eat grass and other veggies.

*Earlier before*

Though Alastor didn't like that you touched him. He had to admit you did your job at sewing him up pretty well. He would forcefully stay with you wether you liked it or not as per Charlie's suggestion. However he didn't expect you to be so gentle with him after seeing him tensed up or the fact you cared to cover him up last night.

He chuckled to himself. What a sweet little girl you were. You risked your life back there to save that of a sheep. This type of people are the one who are taken most advantage of in this world. After regaining his strength in the morning, he went out to wake you up. If you're taking care of them then you shouldn't be such a lazy host.

You attempted to shoo him out by opening your door later. He knew he'd have to eat later but annoying you was more fun. Your reactions have been quite amusing by far. Plus he wasn't that much fond of greenery, he would much rather eat meat. So he didn't leave, drinking up in your frustrations. He thought about the wolves he killed yesterday. They weren't venison but wouldn't hurt to try.

Charlie and Vaggie told him about how they were cartoon like characters in this world. And the thought about being recorded and being showed in those..... picture shows didn't quite sit right with him. If only he had his full power, he would slaughter every people responsible for this. His face wasn't made for something like that. And then there was the thing you played while cooking.

'Bhahaha!'Deer daddy'! People fucking calls you 'deer daddy' Alastor!' Angel was almost choking from laughing too much.'I never imagined I would hear him of all people flirt..' Vaggie said almost cringing. "I assure you I never counted on it either. That is not me. Someone is using my voice for these types of outrageous stuffs!' Alastor said, his eyes almost twitching with anger.

'It also looks like she's got the hots for you Alastor' Angel said wiggling his imaginary eyebrows. 'I mean she likes my voice too but she gets almost as red as you when you talk!' Angel said teasingly. 'Firstly that is not me and secondly I don't have any interest in these things!' Alastor said with annoyance laced in voice.

Truthfully, he found it quite 'entertaining' to see you blush from hearing his voice alone. He wondered what he could make you do if he was there in his body. Perhaps he could easily convince you to sell your soul.

Charlie hoped somewhere in her heart that you liked her as much as Alastor. But she shook her head, she shouldn't be thinking like that, she already has a girlfriend. But she hoped maybe, just maybe,Vaggie would like you too. To stop her thoughts from spiraling further she went outside to eat. What she didn't know that Vaggie had similar feelings.

'Ya know, it's kinda funny how angel's voice actor seems almost like a sweet guy unlike him and alastor's is almost as much of a douchebag as him' Husk said smugly as he was chilling on a chair, swaying his tail behind him.

'You might want to watch your tone my dear friend...' Alastor said with a dark tone which made husk's fur almost stand up. 'Whatever' He said while jumping off and walking away.

You seemed to be cutting some beef for breakfast. An idea hit his head as you went to wash vegetables for cooking. He quickly came to the cutting board and gulped all the meat down, making sure to look at your eyes as he did so. Seeing your face fill with disgust and horror was rather satisfying.

*Back to present*

"For some reason you remind me of Alastor..." You said remembering that alastor was both a deer demon and a cannibal. Seeing this deer eat meat in front of you reminded you of that. 'That's cause I am Alastor, darling ' He said in his head but you couldn't hear him. Alastor decided he bothered you enough and finally went outside.

You let out a sigh of relief finally seeing that deer gone. Thanks to him, meat would have to be skipped today. You finished cooking your meal and made sure to feed the puppy and the kitty. After a while you went back to work.

After working for a few hours, you decided it was time for a break. You didn't want to go farther after what happened yesterday. Instead you just made yourself a cup of hot chocolate and stood on the balcony, admiring the view.

Meanwhile Alastor, Charlie and Vaggie were talking beside a tree on what to do. You could see all three of them from your balcony. Suddenly something jumped in front of Alastor.

'We meet again alastor! Thisss time I will make sure to defeat you with my deadly venom in this human world! And you don't have your voodoo powersss to ssstop mee!'

All three of them looked down at the black snake that stood before them. It was hissing and ready to pounce. It had a couple eye shaped designs in its hood that was now open.

'Uh..who are you?' Alastor asked tilting his head.

The snakes hood fell down in shock. 'It is II! Sssir pentiousss!! Your archh rival!'

'Nope, doesn't ring a bell! But I'm sure I can beat your puny self without any need of magic' Alastor said in a sinister tone before lifting up one of his hoofs.

'No wait-' Pentious could hardly say anything before quickly slithering away from alastor's hoof that just stomped the ground he was in. 'Stand still now!' Alastor's voice rang in Pentious's ears as he quickly busied himself on avoiding Alastor's tries of turning him into a mush. While being chased by Alastor he saw a cabin in the distance. Thinking that as his last hope, he quickly went there.

You were just sipping your drink in peace when all of a sudden you noticed the deer running towards in your direction while trying to stomp on something. Your eye brows furrowed in confusion. While you were trying to look for what he was chasing after, the pair had already reached the balcony.

Pentious quickly climbed atop the railing in hopes alastor wouldn't reach him there. He didn't bother to see where he was going. Thus he was just as surprised as you were, both of you guys faces separated by inches.

Both of you let out a scream as you stumbled back and Pentious fell off from the railing on his back. It was a miracle how you didn't let go off your mug. Looking upwards, he saw Alastor's grinning face as he raised one of his hoofs.

'No wait! stop!' Charlie screamed she got between Alastor and Pentious. 'Calm down you freak!' Vaggie yelled at Alastor while flying.

You felt a familiar dread seeing the snake, ewe, moth and the deer standing together.

"Oh no,no, I'm NOT having a snake inside my house"

But god seemed to have other plans for you. Since after, whatever the animal's were doing, they all looked at you. Your ewe slowly then started to come towards you with the snake following right behind it.

"No,no, stay back. Stay back.." you slowly reached the wall of your cabin as your back laid against it. The sheep and the snake stopped Infront of you. The sheep then slowly nuzzled the snake in the head. The snake then got a bit closer to your feet and bowed? Did the snake just bow with its head?

Then it went a bit back and slowly formed a heart with its body. The sheep seemed quite ecstatic to see that based from the sounds, almost like it was cheering the snake up.

You sighed. You were an idiot but not that much of an idiot. This type of thing definitely wasn't normal. Something was very peculiar with these group of animals. But right now, you had to decide what to do with this snake. Since both of them was looking at you right now with pleading eyes.

What do you do? Do you keep it or shoo it away?

(A.N :(Please read) I just wanted to say that I love both the old and new voice actors!! What I wrote here is just what I think these characters would feel like!!)

Master list

[supernatural-bias]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, medic, pyro, sniper, and spy

↳ warnings: talk of pain but nothing too in detail. specific area of pain is kept ambiguous for inclusiveness

↳ song: teenage dirtbag—dsiboys

masterlist!

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• Scout is honestly just bummed you won't be playing any baseball games with him anytime soon

• He strikes me as the type of guy to not take your illness as seriously as he should, often making pokes and jabs of you just wanting to get out of stuff, until he sees one of your bad days with his own eyes

• After that, he's so ashamed of himself for how he acted. Shuffling his feet and rubbing the back of his neck anxiously; all that jazz

• Is a lot more aware of your needs now

• Still puts up a front. Refuses to be anything sort of quote unquote 'manly', so expressing that he's worried about your wellbeing is hard to do in front of the others

• Does care about you, though. He might get teased for it— resulting in the tips of his ears turning red and a bunch of angry denial —but at the end of the day he'll offer up his prized comic books for you to read as a distraction

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Medic has undoubtedly noticed your condition far before you chose to tell him. How he had figured it out so quick, you had no idea, but he probably found out the same way he knew what your blood type was. Despite never having given him a sample

• It's a bit weird at first, having someone who constantly wants to do invasive surgery on your body actually offering to ease your pain.

• It is Medic after all. A small part of you had been nervously wondering if he would get some sort of sick joy out of watching you struggled to do basic tasks

• Instead, he was giving you special visitation hours with Archemedes while he tinkered with what he dubbed 'Your Problem Area'. Whether that was your knees or back or shoulders, a file on your condition quickly opened and the quickest course of action was taken to remedy it

• Gives you little suckers at the end of your visits and a big smile for a job well done

𝐏𝐲𝐫𝐨

• You aren't sure if they understand what you're saying when you first explain it

• To be fair, you can't decipher them on a normal basis, so this was expected

• But Pyro just tilts their head before letting out what sounded like a sniffling noise and bringing you into a bone crushing hug

• You wouldn't be able to tell, but in their own special Pyro Vision, the arsonist could occasionally see a painful red surrounding you anytime you felt like this. And it pained them to know you were hurting from something other than the scheduled battles

• Colors you crude little drawings with their box of crayons Engineer bought them. It often depicts you and them riding unicorns or jumping over rainbows. Always smiling and having fun

• Takes to plastering little cartoony bandaids over your skin. They don't really solve any actual pain, but the thought is still there

• Will make little fires for you and bring you to them happily. Normally, it's followed by Heavy or Engineer rushing over to put it out before it spread

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

• On the off chance that he actually came out of his trailer, Sniper would be awkwardly helpful

• He most likey heard you talking to Medic or complaining to Spy about your chronic pain, and put two and two together

• Why you were shut up in your room durring mealtime somedays, constsntly seen walking in and out of the med bay, taking numerous amounts of pills in the morning, etc

• Is discreet in his care. It'll be little things, like telling Scout to 'lay off mate' if the Bostonian is hounding you about your lackluster performance that day; even if only as a joke

• If Sniper is lucky enough to bag some game on one of the ceasefire days, he'll approach your bedroom door and offer you a bit of the meat he cooked. Won't be offended if you're not up to it, just puts it in the fridge for later if you change your mind. Makes sure that the rest of the team knows it's for you, too

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• Spy is probably the most elegant of the team when acknowledging your condition

• If he's feeling nice when you approach him about it, he'll nod along to your small explanation and even indulge you if you choose to rant about it for a bit

• If he's not in a good mood, then just wait it out. It's not worth the wrath of an angry Frenchman for bothering him. Will become slightly less angered if you explain you were only there to share some vulnerability, however

• Tells you there's no shame in it. As an older man himself, he's no stranger to the pain that comes with this job

• Might allow you to crash in his smoking room a few times if your room is being overrun by the others. Spy knows that you won't pull any funny business on him, and god help anyone that tries to barge in in search of you (namely Scout)

• Content to sit in comfortable silence as you rest up and sleep away the pain. Spy might be a no-good lying back stabber, but at the end of the day, he's still a gentleman

[noisyquokka]

I know this is a very vague request and im really sorry in advance 😭… do you think you could write some headcanons/reactions for wayv? I noticed that most nct content is for dream, sometimes 127, and rarely my wayv boys and i LOVE them 😮‍💨, i dont really have a concept in mind i would prefer if it was made with a female reader in mind but gender neutral works just as well, and idk maybe a little bit suggestive if youre in the mood for it?? Idk anyways thanks for listening and im sorry im not giving you much to work with :)

+ OMG OK I JUST SENT IN A VAGUE REQUEST FOR WAYV BUT I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING NOW, idk if you’ll see this but do you think you could do wayvs reaction to a female reader whos more dominant, not necessarily in the bedroom sense (although that too) but just someone who looks more feminine but automatically takes on more masculine gender roles in a relationship like being big spoon, or bringing home the bag, or being the one to take care of things and fix things? Again i don’t necessarily mean in a sexual way just more in a general relationship because i know you said you werent confident/comfortable writing nsfw stuff, but if you wanted to take a more suggestive route too i wouldnt be mad, youre the writer here, im just here to support 💗, thank you again!

A/N - Not me having a whole-ass brain fart on gender roles as I wrote this🤪but ohhhohoo I love this idea!!! I'm sorry it took forever :( also some of these are longer than others, I apologize. But I still hope you enjoy 💛 Thank you for the request, Love!

WORDCOUNT - 1,165

WARNINGS - F!reader, suggestive if you squint from the other side of the galaxy??

Kun

you had told him that you were quite independent from the beginning of your relationship

perhaps you hadn't been persuasive enough, or it didn't register in Kun's head...

because when he comes home from tour, he doesn't expect to find you in the kitchen, cursing under your breath with your head ducked beneath the sink

it appears you're too busy groveling at the plumbing to notice his presence, the clanking of metal on metal hitting his ears

"What... are you doing?" is followed by a thud! and another hushed curse as you emerge from the cabinet, rubbing at the crown of your head with a grimace

you're met with warm hands and a concerned gaze as you straighten up, adjustable wrench in your grip

"The shut-off valve for the cold water failed," you wipe the sweat from your brow, eyeing the small space you have to work with under the sink, "so I went and picked up replacements for both."

and Kun's just standing there like 'woah, babe, go off'

but also a little worried

cue the "shouldn't we call a plumber", and the "are you sure's"

it's not that he believes you're incapable, far from it!

he's just got no clue about the tricks of that trade lmao

asks if you need help

will literally sit by and watch like a curious Retriever whether you need extra hands or not (without being in the way, of course)

he has no idea where your confidence comes from when it comes to these types of things, but it's kinda... 😏

you finish the job in two hours, checking for any leaks after you turn the water back on and let the water flow through the pipes to clear the air in the lines

after this, he quickly adapts to you taking lead around the house with similar things

he's so used to being the leader/taking lead on so many things that it's so refreshing for him.

you're just the type to say "Hey, I've got it!" with no expectations

he's gonna find his ways of thanking you for the things you do btw

cooking you dinner, cleaning the entire house, buying you something you've been eyeing for forever.

also lives and breaths you cuddling him

back hugs, waking up to you pulling him back into your arms before you're both falling asleep again

this man is so content being little spoon if it means you're right there

Ten

totally into it!

I'd bet that this man goes full doting boyfriend

probably the most curious out of all the guys

would be super invested if you were an HVAC technician or something just because of how physically demanding the job is

asks you if he could tag along to work one day like an excited child

to which you tell him that it's not as exciting for him to watch considering most of the job is you crawling into tight spaces

like you'd literally be in some dusty attic, sweltering as you work

it happens anyways, because you find that your HVAC unit is outdated, so naturally, you choose to update it yourself

cue a sneaky head peeking around the corner every chance he gets because, contrary to what you had said, Ten is very entertained

the man has the biggest heart eyes for you through the entire process - which is roughly 6 hours

"your attention to detail is beyond admirable!"

"I'd say it's necessary when I'm working with electrical, Babe."

wants to learn how to do whatever it is you're working on

doesn't matter what it is you're doing

soaks up whatever you teach him

mans is a whole sponge istg

at the same time he's absolutely gonna tell you to keep being the boss-ass bitch that you are

WinWin

supportive but a lil insecure :(

like he loves you loads, supports you 100% in all that you do

but sometimes it'll make him feel like he's not doing enough in terms of your relationship

I don't see the insecurity coming from your confidence of taking on a more masculine role, but more out of worrying that his time is so limited with you and around the house so when he is home, he feels like it's not enough

feels like he shouldn't tell you at first

like it sounds a little like an excuse to be an ass

but eventually thinks it's the best thing for your relationship

y'all take communication so seriously so why start holding back over something like this

you're quick to reassure him that he does more than enough

like sir, sit down and kick your feet up, you literally do so much for me, I will write you a whole list rn

it works to a certain extent, so you offer him some options "to make up for it" cough I'll leave this up to interpretation💀

fair to say that all is better with a little communication

Xiaojun

I say this solely for his safety and benefit

do not, under any circumstances, let this man know you can do some of the things that you're capable of!!

boy is too petty and competitive to have this knowledge

I feel like he'd be the type to see you so confidently take care of yard work and the next week turns into a competition of who can complete said tasks better

he wouldn't do it to make you feel less than, or to put you in your place (as if you wouldn't set his ass straight)

he's just a little dramatic

a lil competitive

he loses almost every time 😔

either makes excuses for it ("I didn't know there were levels to the lawn mower", "the handle on my rake was broken") or stays quiet

will be whiny for a few days afterwards

you have no issue giving him something to whine about-

Hendery

full cheerleader mode!!

he literally grew up with three sisters, ain't no way he's gonna be against a strong and independent woman doing her thing

is the best assistant when you need an extra set of hands

literally the kid that holds dad's flashlight while dad fixes the car except you don't have to remind him to hold it steady

he's on top of it, baby 😎

mans takes this as seriously as performing open-heart surgery

I'm talking brows set in concentration and hands as steady as my granny threading a needle (that woman was so talented)

tools are in your hand before you've even finished telling him what you need

bro is just that good

loves helping you to the point that when you don't need his help, he's just a pouty boy in the corner

like Kun and Ten, he'll just watch and cheer you on in those instances

he is the ultimate ally

YangYang

I could see him drawn toward a woman who takes initiative in a relationship

probably finds it attractive as hell

at the same time, I could see him not caring much about traditional gender roles

sees it as a social construct that is meant to be broken

he digs how dynamic you can be in any situation, definitely!

that said, he is the reason you fix so many things 🧍🏻‍♀️

listen, him being your boyfriend does not guarantee your safety from The Menace™

feels bad about it sometimes

but like... you never complain

YangYang swears he's a magnet for finding patient people that can tolerate his antics

which is exactly why he's wrapped around your finger

MASTERLIST

[kittyball23]

Hot Tubbing (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: After babysitting his 13 nieces and nephews, Branch unwinds in one of Vacay Island’s jacuzzi-like hot springs… and is soon joined by Poppy

A/N: November 17th is finally here!! Welcome to the first story of my new oneshot collection "Grown-Up Stuff," (also found on AO3, Fanfiction.net, and Wattpad under the same name in addition to being posted here on Tumblr) which will mostly be centered around Broppy, but may feature some Cliva and other couples in the future :)

FYI this fic has been Rated M, as it will have adult themes present, though nothing explicitly written. You do not have to read if these topics are something you are not comfortable with. If you do decide to go forth, all I can say is enjoy! 💕

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"Ahhh…"

Now that felt good. While the water had stung a bit upon entering, it didn't take very long at all for it to work its magic and ease the soreness in Branch’s muscles. Pretty soon, he was leaning back, his arms on either side of him and a sigh of satisfaction escaping his lips. His brother Bruce wasn't kidding. The hot springs really were a great place to unwind, especially after being tossed and wrestled by kids who were far taller than Trolls. Most of the time, this type of experience befell Bruce, but, given that he and Brandy had taken the night off to have some alone time, babysitting duty had fallen upon Branch.

For the first half of the night at least.

He rotated positions with John Dory for the second half, and could now take a moment to relax properly. And on Vacay Island, everything was top-notch in that department. The potent warmth was soon working to bring a sense of sleepiness to him, and he allowed his eyes to shut. Aimless thoughts wandered throughout his mind: of Pop Village, of his brothers, but, mostly of Poppy. He could feel a smile forming on his lips even in his twilight state. Poppy... She looked good in his head, whether it was a memory or whether it was just fantasies of what their future together could bring. One of those, admittedly, was marriage and a family. Maybe not a family as big as Bruce's, but still, a few Troll kiddos wouldn't be so bad. Not bad at all. And neither would the way to go about making that happen... Branch felt as though the water got even hotter when he thought of that.

The Troll didn't think he was too far gone in his exhaustion, but somewhere he figured he must've fallen asleep to the hum of the bubbling water and wind in the foliage, because it was a soft, feminine voice that he registered next.

"You look pretty relaxed."

Branch stirred, blinking drowsy eyes up at the newcomer.

"Huh, wha?" he mumbled, rubbing an eye and registering that it was Poppy who'd spoken. She peered down amusedly at him, her lips sipping at the straw of a fruity drink and her legs slightly submerged into the water from her spot at the edge of the pool. But if the sheer presence of his beloved wasn't enough to stir him awake, then it sure was the attire she had on. The swimsuit was a powder-yellow two-piece, hugging her body snugly and extenuating her slim figure in ways that made his mind race with desire.

He sat straight up, flustered. "Oh! H-hey, Poppy," he stammered, trying to sound casual. Branch cleared his throat, and managed to speak a little more controlled the second time around. "So, um, what are you doing here? I thought you and Viva were hitting the waves."

Poppy nodded. "Yeah, we did for a little bit. But then we called it early. Veevs had other plans… with your brother."

Branch cooked his head. "Clay?"

"Yeah," Poppy confirmed with a smirk. "She wanted to spend some time with him… and I wanted to spend some time with you." She glanced down at him with a half-lidded gaze, giving a flirtatious little growl.

Branch’s eyes bugged.

"So whaddya say, Branch? Got room for one more?"

"Well, I, um, I mean… you can, um, i-if you wanna…"

Poppy smiled. "Great!"

Setting her drink down, she scooted herself over the edge of the pool and plopped inside. The water sloshed a bit, and she hissed at the temperature that befell her skin.

"Ooo, you all right?" Branch asked, concern lacing his voice.

"Oh, yeah, I'm good!" Poppy assured. "Feels really, really nice."

"Yeah," Branch agreed, smirking. "It sure does…" He surprised himself with the husky quality his voice had taken, and realized that it didn't go over Poppy’s head, either. There was a look on her face that could only be described as pleased bewilderment, and he could see a blush forming on her cheeks.

Affected so, she bore into his blue eyes with her deep fuchsia and batted her lashes. "Why don't you come a little closer," she purred, adding her own little suggestive twinge to her words.

Now it was Branch’s turn to blush. A tingle went down his spine - and in other places he wouldn't dare tell her about - but he liked it. And while he wanted to obey, he didn't see the harm in dragging out the tease, even if it was by a minute or two.

"Ehh, I don't know," he said, as though he were indecisive.

Poppy pretended to pout, sticking her bottom lip out. "Aww, come on, I won't bite!" But then she paused, giggled, and added, "Much."

Branch raised an eyebrow. "Much?" he questioned. "What do you mean by that?"

"Get over here and find out," she urged, rolling her eyes playfully.

Branch shrugged. "Fine."

Slowly, purposefully slow, he moved towards her, taking his time inching himself towards her space.

Poppy tapped her fingers impatiently against the edge of the pool. "Can you move any slower?" she whined.

"Can you be any cuter?" he quipped back, finally in enough proximity to be able to wrap an arm around her. Poppy’s arms slinked around his neck, firmly holding him to her as he brought a damp hand up to her cheek, cupping it gently. He waited a heartbeat, letting the sensual tension escalate between them, before allowing himself to lean forward and close the gap.

Poppy sighed deeply as their lips met, melting into the kiss, and Branch felt a surge of affection run through his veins. He tilted his head almost instantly, deepening the connection right away, and she moaned quietly in approval. She was extra sweet, he noted, her taste a hint of pineapple from the fruity concoction she'd been sipping, as well as her usual, strawberry flavor that seemed to permeate every part of her being. It made him feel warm and fuzzy all throughout, making it far too easy to lose himself in the experience. He made a noise of appreciation at the feeling as he pulled away just long enough to gasp in another breath and dive back in, twice as eager this time.

Turned out he wasn’t the only one eager. As he’d learned, Poppy had been the one in their relationship to test the metaphorical waters. First with the peck to the cheek he’d received on the day of the Trolls Kingdom Holiday Gift Swap, and then with the first real kiss they’d shared at Mount Rageous, after he’d successfully opened up to her about his feelings. And now, she was testing herself again.

He hadn’t known what she was up to, until she actually did it. He gasped when he felt a nip, Poppy’s teeth having caught his bottom lip upon one of their breaks for air and tugging lightly for a second before she released. The sensation sent an unexpected bolt of excitement coursing through him, the feeling stronger when he noted Poppy's dark, dilated pupils gazing hungrily at him, her breath coming quicker now. Flirty growls, or no flirty growls, Branch knew one thing - his girlfriend was turned on.

And so was he.

Their next kiss that followed was deeper, and more passionate as a result. Poppy nipped once again, at the corner of his mouth this time, and allowed her next few smooches to trail across his jawline, making a path down the crook of his neck. Branch hummed, his thoughts battling each other. One part of him enjoyed the attention profusely, while the other had him wishing his lips could claim hers again. Both evaporated, however, when he felt her reach a sensitive spot just below his earlobe and take another little nibble. He wouldn't know how to describe the sound that came out of him in response. It might have been a whimper, or it might have been a groan, but either way, it caused Poppy to giggle, the vibration of her laugh tickling Branch's skin.

It wasn't hard to admit that she had a guilty pleasure in prompting reactions out of Branch. Which is why her next idea was getting her excited.

She leaned back, ensuring that her fuchsia gaze was unwaveringly locked to his blue as her hands wandered down, below the water, reaching the hem of his swimming trunks.

Blushing heavily and bracing himself for the onslaught of sensory stimulation that was sure to come, Branch knew he wasn't going to be truly prepared for what was coming next…

… Though, not in the intimate way that he anticipated.

So focused on expecting the next feeling to be under the confines of his swim attire, Branch nearly jumped when an enormous, unforeseen SPPLLAAASH! erupted from the pool in a wave of jacuzzi water that drenched him and Poppy completely!

Poppy shrieked in surprise, ripping herself away from Branch, while her boyfriend sputtered, eyes wide.

"What the - who - ??"

“WOO! Ten outta ten on that cannonball, ay, bro?”

“Oh, nooo,” Branch groaned, already knowing that voice before he even finished rubbing the water out of his eyes completely. “John Dory, you’re not supposed to jump into a jacuzzi! And aren’t you supposed to be watching the kids?!”

His eldest brother adjusted his goggles and blew a raspberry. “Yo, chill, dude, Floyd’s got it covered. He offered to step in and help!”

Branch facepalmed. Oh, Floyd. He knew his favorite brother was big-hearted and always looking out for the rest of their crew… but taking over John Dory’s babysitting duty when not even five minutes had passed by was a little absurd! Branch could probably guess that JD hammed up his struggle just to get out of it.

John Dory then noticed Poppy. “Hey, Poppy Seed! How’s it shakin’ since the last time I saw ya?”

Poppy giggled, meeting him halfway for a fistbump, and shrugged her shoulders. “Oh, you know. Guess you could say I’ve been ‘shaking things up’ with Branch.” She gave her boyfriend a sly look, to which he became bashful, remembering what she had been about to do.

“Oh,” John Dory said, then putting it together and realizing what he’d done. “OHHH, shoot, did I interrupt something here?”

Branch’s deadpanned look told him what he needed to know.

He tittered with embarrassment. “Hehe, my bad! I could totally scoot if ya want. I’m sure there’s gotta be some other jacuzzi here on the isle!”

“No, it’s okay, we were just heading out,” Poppy said, lifting herself over the edge of the pool and reaching for the towel she'd brought with her. “But we’ll see you later, okay?”

JD looked disappointed to see them go, but understood. “It’s all right. Catch y’all later!”

As Branch and Poppy walked off hand in hand, the Pop Queen giggled. Branch glanced at her with curiosity.

“Probably should’ve told him there’d be no guarantee we’d see him later,” she said suggestively.

Branch raised an eyebrow, the heat returning to his cheeks. “Poppy… what do you have in mind?”

She glanced at him mischievously. “Wanna go look for another hot spring? I’m sure John Dory’s right, there’s gotta be more than one on the island. That way we can finish what we started…” She peers down at her place of interest for just a flit of a moment, but even then it causes Branch to blush, stammering his reply.

“S-sure!”

[sensei-venus]

Hi, can you do sub-Robby where he is having a bad day and then he comes home then reader and him have s3x.

(Unedited) (Adult!Robby, Very Light Sub & Dom, Vaginal Sex, Female Soft-Dom)

Robby's hand still hurt from the accident at work earlier that day. He got init work early and was checking on some of the cars on the lot when he stupidly in his opinion put his hand on a hot hood of a hot red car.

Successfully burning the skin of his hand.

All of his finger along with his whole palm where burned, his hand red and inflamed. He powered though the day and brushed off Daniel and Amanda’s concerns before going home.

He just wanted to go home and sit down with his wife.

When he finally made it home her was happy to see his wife’s car in the driveway. He quickly grabbed his things from his car and walked up to the house. Opening the door he was surprised to smell pizza coming from inside, from the kitchen of course. He sat his stuff down by the door and headed into the kitchen.

“Your home early, I thought you wouldn’t be home until seven, it’s only six.” His wife said from the kitchen, her voice echoing into the hallway. Looking around the corner and into the kitchen he finds her pushing in a homemade pizza, another fully cooked one on a cooling rack on the counter. She dusts her hands off and stands up, tiring back to look at him. Her face is bright as a smile pulls at her lips.

Robby can't help but sigh.

A small frown crosses her face as she pulls off the oven mitts she had on and sets them on the stovetop. She makes her way over to him and wraps her arms around him, her hands lacing behind him.

“Oh hey what's wrong? Did something bad happen at work today?”

He rubs at his face with his good hand, eyes glazed a bit with pure stress and the underline of the pain from his stupid hand.

“Just a stressful day I guess. I burnt my hand one of those stupid red Corvettes out on the lot today. Put my whole hand on the stupid hood when it was like 100 something out today.”

Reader quickly grabbed at his hurt hand that he was obviously favoring. She inspected it and noticed the more red and raw areas, clearly burnt and tender.

“I’m sorry baby, did you put anything on it? Cold water is bad for it but after a few hours it can help with the pain. Did you take anything?” He shook his head and just smiled down at her. She was worried type, always trying to make sure he took care of himself. He kissed her forehead.

“I didn’t take anything or put anything on it. It’s fine. I’ll make it, it’s just a little tender now I guess.”

There was a pause of silence as the two just stood there in each other’s arms.

A small smirk formed on Readers lips. One of her hands went to his chest, her finger drawing patterns. She bit her lip as she looked up at him, a bit of mischief blooming in her eyes. She pouted and and pushed her lips out as she looked up at him.

“Maybe I can do something to make you feel better. I just put the pizza in so we have a little bit to have some fun before I have to take it out~”

She giggled before pulling away from him but keeping a hand on his arm. Her hand moved to catch his wrist and slowly pull him out of the kitchen and down the hallway of their home. Robby rolled his eyes as Reader pulled him towards their bedroom. Once they got inside he kicked the door closed, Reader got on their bed and patted the spot next to her. He smirked before dropping down on the bed and rolling onto his bed. She made quick work of his button-up shirt leaving it open as she traced her fingers over his abs and muscles. Her eyes scanned him over.

She worked his pants and boxers off before tossing them do the side. They clung to the edge of the bed before falling to the floor.

He was already hard and leaking, his cock rested on his belly making a small mess. The head leaked across his belly and dribbled down his shaft. He twitched as she slowly started to pump him. He groaned as she started to kiss up his neck, her hand lazily pumping him. She smiled into his neck as she nuzzles him, looking down as she worked.

He bit his lip as he watched her play with his cock, he twitched in her and felt a new spurt of pre-spill from his slit. Her hand only started to go faster and harder, pulling his skin up and down. It was wet and sticky.

Finally, she stopped her movement and released him. She shimmed out of her tight leggings, flicking her underwear off. She grinned as she straddled his waist. Her weight on him made him moan out, her wet cunt inches from rubbing against him. He could feel her leaking onto his pelvis as she grinds down on him. Her hard clit dug into his pelvic bone just right, making her get even wetter. She moanes out as her head fell backward.

He went to grab her hips to try and help her but was taken aback when she slapped him away.

“Nope, I'm the one in charge today! You just sit back and have some fun. But no touching~” she says with a smile on her face.

Before he can even try to say something back she is already grabbing his dick and placing the tip at her hole. She slowly pushes it in, the tip going in nice and slow to stretch her tight pussy open for the rest of him.

She let out a deep sigh as she slides down his thick shaft. Within a minute or two he is already bottoming out inside of her. He feels the head of his cock brushes against her tight cervix. He jerks up making them both groan.

She chews in her lip as she starts a nice rhythm of bouncing on top of him. Her hips work up and down on him as she takes his dick to the very back of her cunt. She moans as she picks up the pace, her ass slamming down on him. Its load and wet as their skin slaps together every single time she moves.

Her fat ass meats his balls making a hard whap sound every time. She's leaking around him and making as mess. He can feel her juices leaking out around him and the wet drops spill down his balls.

“Such a good boy letting me use you like this. Letting me fucking myself silly on your cock. You like the mess I’m making all over you don’t you? Your doing such a good job for me.” She tells him as she works herself on top of him. Using his dick like her very own personal toy.

He moans as he thrusts your into her from below, trying to help her. She thrusts down onto him making his hips buckle down and stop.

She circles her hips around as she moves, flexing his dick in the process. He feels her clench around him multiple times. Almost like she was trying to milk his cock for his seed. Her walls are snug and pull him in. He can feel the way her pussy lips cling to him and the way her hole try’s to keep him in with every thrust. She’s still spilling and gushing all over him.

“I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come Reader!”

“I know, do it, fill me up to the brim Robby. Cum into your wife’s fat pussy.”

And that is what he does.

He feeling himself twitch inside her tight walls and his balls clench and draw up. He felt every rope of cum that left him. He felt it leak out of his cock and spill only her awaiting walls. Painting her pretty cunts walls white and milky with his load. He moans out loud and it echos around them. His hands fist at the sheets under him and he jerks up into her.

He only has a split second to look up and watch as her eyes roll back and her hips give out under her. She moans out weakly as her walls clench one more time and she completely stills on top of him. She lets herself fall on him, keeping his spent dick deep inside of her twitching walls. Her breasts push into his chest and he can feel her hard nipples though her shirt.

No bra on underneath.

He could feel their mixed cum inside of her. He knew that the minute he pulled out that her pussy would gush with his load.

They both just laid there panting as they tried to come down from their high. The after glow settling in.

“You did amazing Robby. Did you enjoy that? I did” she said breathlessly. Her eyes half lidded as she looked up at him though her lashes. A smile on her lips.

“Yeah it was great, your really good at being a sweet dom.”

Her face flushed a bit as she looked away for a split second.

“I try.”

They both laughed as they cuddled together.

They could get the pizza a little later when the bell on the stove beeps.

[navnae]

Break A Sweat (18+)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Rating: Explicit

Warning: rough s*x, workout s*x, hardcore smut

Summary: Eddie tries working out with Steve again and Steve starts off with a teasing stretch position.

Extended of this: Workout

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After high school Eddie was really trying to improve his body and start taking care of it. He started off with changing his diet from fried foods to subpar home cooked meals. Recently he’s gotten into the physical part of helping his body become strong and healthy. Eddie knew he needed some type of motivation to get him started with the process, so he asked Steve to help him.

Last time Eddie went to Steve’s house they didn’t really workout like the average person would’ve. Steve invited him over again and he promised that this there would be no funny business. Eddie believed Steve would keep his word and planned on going back soon.

Eddie returned to the mansion after a few days of contemplating about the idea. He knocked on the door and was quickly met with Steve opening it. Eddie’s breathing became uneven once he saw Steve’s outfit. He was wearing a shirt that hugged his body tightly a long with some shorts that were shorter than the last time. Steve smiled as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Are you ready, Munson?” Steve asked while walking into the house. Eddie followed behind him and his eyes were scanning areas that made him feel a small twitch in his shorts. He tried to clear his mind of all the nasty thoughts that were running through this head.

“I guess I am. What’s the first thing we’re doing?” Eddie asked as they walked to the living room where two mats were lying on the floor. It was a nice setup for the task at hand and got Eddie in the mood to really push himself to the limit.

“Well first, we need to make sure we don’t hurt ourselves while we’re doing the hardcore stuff.” Steve sat down on one of the mats crisscrossed and Eddie joined him swiftly. Steve stretched out both of his arms in the air, his shirt lifted up slightly while doing so. Eddie felt like there was a little bit of subtle teasing going on but he couldn’t really confirm it.

“How do we prepare ourselves?” Eddie saw a twinkle in Steve’s eyes after he asked the question. He wished there was a way to read Steve’s mind and know what he had planned.

“By stretching.” Steve said as he moved onto his knees. Eddie assumed that he was supposed to follow Steve’s lead and did the same thing. He watched Steve place his hands on the mat meaning that he was now on all fours. Steve slid his arms down the mat making his back go into a perfect arch. Eddie knew this wasn’t a part of the session and Steve was going to tease him from the very start, he might as well play a long.

“Go lower.” Eddie said with his voice deeper. Steve tried to look at him while being in the position he was in. Eddie couldn’t see his face because he hid behind his arm but he could only imagine the blush forming across his cheeks.

“W-what?” Steve’s voice trembled once he heard Eddie’s footsteps coming closer to him. Steve felt a hand on his back and it slowly moved to the back of his shorts. He shivered at the sudden feeling of cool air hitting his bare ass. Eddie rubbed his hand in a circular motion over the soft skin before slapping it and Steve whined at the feeling.

“You just couldn’t help yourself could you? God, when did you become such a fucking slut Harrington.” Eddie went on to slap Steve again. His skin was starting to sting but he loved the pain that came with it. The terrible names that rolled off Eddie’s tongue made precum drip onto the mat.

“Look at you. Getting all wet just by me slapping you. Fucking pathetic.” Eddie raised his higher and slapped Steve’s ass letting it echo through the house. Steve moaned at the contact, he lowered his head as he tried to muffle his embarrassing noises. Eddie pulled Steve’s hair lightly before leaning close to his ear.

“Don’t hide your sounds, I love hearing them.” Eddie whispered. He kissed the side of Steve’s cheek and straightened himself back up. Eddie placed his hand back on Steve’s ass but he didn’t hit again he just moved his hand in circles over the red prints he made. “Now, I need you to go lower. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” Steve said barely audible for Eddie to hear. He slid his arms further down the mat and his body went so low that the floor stopped him from going any lower. Eddie got behind Steve to spread his legs leaving his hole exposed. Steve gasped at the feeling of a finger teasing his entrance.

“Ah! Eddie… what are you doing?” Steve felt Eddie’s fingers push inside of him with a hard thrust. He slipped his fingers in and out while Steve clenched around him tightly.

“Didn’t you say in order to prepare our bodies you have to stretch? It seems to me that you’re already pretty stretched.” Eddie realized that Steve was never going to actually help him with fitness in the slightest when he told him to come back to his house. Steve felt the guilt rush in underneath Eddie’s gaze.

“I r-really meant it when I said I wanted to help you.” Steve lied. That earned him another smack and he cried out at the stinging feeling that returned. Eddie read him like a book even without seeing his face, his entire body gave him away.

“I don’t like being lied to, Harrington. You invited me over because you can’t go one day without being a fucking slut. Am I right?” Eddie pulled down his shorts and aligned himself with Steve’s hole. Steve was already moaning from the tip of Eddie’s cock barely pushing in.

“Answer me or I’ll leave you like this untouched.” Eddie said while moving away from Steve. He felt Steve lean back trying to feel him like before. Steve never failed to show how desperately he wanted to be fucked by Eddie and that was a huge turn on in Eddie’s book.

“Yes I’m such a fucking slut for you. Everyday I think about all the ways you can fuck me and destroy me.” Steve wanted nothing more than to feel Eddie deep inside him while every inch of him goes inside his stomach. He craved the pain that came with taking in all of Eddie at once.

“Fuck,” Eddie flipped Steve onto his back and kissed him roughly. Their lips moved in sync as their hands explored each other’s bodies. The only piece of clothing that remained were their shirts and they eagerly took them off. Eddie placed kisses down Steve’s jaw then to his chest. He took one of Steve’s nipples into mouth and sucked the sensitive area, the sounds that came from Steve made Eddie harder by the second.

“I need to see your pretty face when I fuck the shit out of you.” Eddie breathed as he aligned himself again. This time he pushed further inside Steve until he felt something soft hit the tip of his cock. Steve arched his back off of the floor when he was filled with all of Eddie. He moaned as Eddie thrusted harder into him letting the heat of Steve’s hole intensify. “You always take me so well. I love when you’re being a good boy.”

“On my best… b-behavior just… for you.” Steve said in between his moans. Eddie leaned down to kiss him and Steve wrapped his arms around his neck. They sloppily kissed each other when Eddie continued thrusting harder and faster. Both of them could feel themselves getting closer to coming with each powerful thrust.

Steve’s stomach tightened before coming all over his belly and Eddie following right after him. Eddie filled Steve with cum, some of dripped on the sides of Steve’s legs because there was to much. Eddie laid beside Steve and both of them were coming down from their highs.

Eddie turned on his side to face Steve and placed small kisses over his face. Steve blushed ridiculously at the affection.

“We’re never going to actually workout are we?” Eddie asked while throwing a arm over Steve’s chest.

“Nope.” Steve said while shaking his head. Both of them laughed and cuddled on the floor with each other until one of them found the strength to carry the other one in to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

[sleekervae]

Past Lives [1.2]

Masterlist

A/N: eek, thanks so much for your patience, I super appreciate it. I wasn't sure at the beginning what it was I wanted to do with this chapter but I'm overall pretty happy with it. Happy reading!

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It was sometime after midnight, Jade hadn't bothered to check the time but she knew it was late. She knew she had a packed day tomorrow and she had to be on her A-game for the studio. An hour in the morning to work out, another hour to prep her breakfast and twenty minutes to get to the studio for an eight hour day of work and rewrites and keeping herself from banging her head against the wall.

And yet here she was, curled up in a towel on his couch. Austin had gone to throw their things in the dryer, she assured him he could just throw her clothes back on and the underwear be damned, but he insisted he wouldn't let her go home like that.

She absentmindedly dried her hair, rubbing damp locks between the folds of the towel, her thoughts racing. Jade didn't let it show on her face however, lighting up as Austin came back with a pair of basketball shorts hanging off of his hips. He had a t-shirt in his hands.

"I thought you might be more comfortable in this," he handed her the shirt as he sat down.

"You didn't have to throw my stuff in the laundry," she said meekly.

"Maybe, but I'm not letting you go home in soaking underwear," he replied, that charming grin tugging at his lips.

"And who said chivalry was dead?" she chuckled, slipping the shirt over her head.

Austin settled into the couch beside her, scratching the back of his own damp hair, watching her subtly as he too was trying to wrap his brain around what had just happened. A funny thought struck him.

"That was the first time I used that pool," he realized aloud.

Jade eyed him curiously, "Seriously?"

"Yeah," he chuckled shyly.

"Well, that's one way to break in the swimming pool," she smirked, "I remember when were like, nineteen, and Ashely was having the cook out and Matt shoved me into the pool,"

Austin nodded, remembering fondly as if it was only yesterday. Jade was on her period; she hadn't said anything but something was off with her, and when he'd finally asked her what was going on she subtly hinted at it. Meanwhile, Matt was a young actor who was adequately good looking but had the maturity level of a six-year-old. His crush on Jade was clear, he was nice at first glance but the jokes he had made to Jade certainly threw her off.

Walking around the penthouse pool was a surreal experience; sure she knew most the people here. They were all Disney Dreamers, she and the rest of them were looking to break out past the barriers of family-friendly kids comedies and movies where the guy always got the girl and spontaneous dances would break out in school hallways.

She spotted Ashley sitting by the pool with some other girls, some Jade knew and a couple she didn't. They were strewn out across the tile in adorable bikinis and sundresses, their feet swinging blissfully in the pool and sending ripples cascading across the surface. Jade was dressed in a simple pair of leggings and a t-shirt, maybe a little too hot for the weather but her period had plagued her that morning and she wasn't yet comfortable putting a tampon in. She figured if she had said anything to any of the girls they would laugh and call her a baby, because she had heard it all before.

The cream soda in her solo cup with really sweet but Jade drank it anyway, meandering around while she ended up stuck in a conversation with Matt.

"Do you like WoW?" he had asked her.

Nineteen-year-old Jade, young, shy, and as vanilla as a cupcake, blinked blatantly at the shaggy-haired boy, a scrawny pipe-cleaner type with a charming boyish grin and squinty eyes. Matt was sitting close enough that she could smell the energy drink off his breath coupled with the hot dog he had enjoyed previously.

"Wow?" she asked.

"World of Warcraft," he nodded, "The game,"

She shook her head, "No, sorry," and because she was such a people pleaser, she had to follow up, "I'm more of a Club Penguin person"

He scoffed, "Isn't that a kid's game?"

"I -- I wouldn't say that,"

"But you dress up penguins and shit," he snorted.

Jade refrained from sighing, staring at her cup of soda as she snipped, "Well, what's World of Warcraft about?"

Matt's eyes had lit up, "Oh, it's so cool! You get your own avatar and you get to go around battling ogres and find treasure! And the world exploring is so cool! You can even build your own army if you want to!"

Jade nodded slowly, "So, you get to battle with your own character and fight computer demons. How is that any less childish than dressing up a penguin?"

Matt's eyebrows knitted together and his lips resisted to purse, "Because a penguin game is dumb, I'm sorry,"

"I'm sorry, but so is exploring virtual worlds with NPCs in a basement; but I'm not calling your game dumb," she replied simply.

"I don't play in my basement," seemed to be the only inkling of detail he had caught.

"I wasn't implying you did, and even if I was I'm not making fun of you or anyone for it," she tried to explain, "I'm just saying you don't need to make fun of my game because you don't like it,"

"There's nothing cool about it, though," he laughed, "I've never met an eieghteen-year-old who still plays Club Penguin,"

"First of all: I'm nineteen. Second of all: I've never met a boy with that many ketchup stains on his shirt, so I guess there's a first for all of us,"

Matt glanced down at the stains, surprised for a moment at the splotches resembling dropped paint can splatter. Something changed in his expression, Jade couldn't put her finger on it, but the way his eyes went blank and he sucked in his cheeks, it was enough for Jade to stand and start for the other side of the pool.

She was none the wiser however as Matt stood up to follow her, weaving through the crowd until he had found the perfect opportunity to shove her into the pool. Jade hadn't seen it coming, but the force of a hand on her back and a shoulder throwing her to aside, and she clenched her eyes shut as she saw the water closing in on her. All the air left her lungs and her ears rung with the heavy splash of skin breaking into water.

Jade splashed around until she could get her bearings and come up for air, clinging to the edge of the pool to see everyone was looking at her. Some were taken aback, others didn't seem too bothered as they went back to their conversation. And Jade suddenly registered the most uncomfortable sensation of her bloody pad inflating with water.

"Oh my God! Jade!" Austin had been watching the whole thing from across the pool, appalled, concerned, disgusted, whatever emulsion of feelings he had set aside briefly as he rushed over to help pull her out. Ashley and Brenda had followed suit with fresh towels. Jade couldn't speak at first, only nodding when asked if she was okay over and over, and for whatever reason why a deep shame had overcome her as she clenched the towel tightly around her body.

He was especially shy at that age, but Austin had more nerve than anyone at that pool party to call out the little bastard when they seemed content to move on so quickly. Matt meanwhile was out to get himself another red bull while Austin skulked up behind him, his lips pursed tightly and his blood boiling.

"Hey, what's your problem?" Austin called out.

Matt turned briskly on his heel, the energy drink already clutched in his hand, "What're you talking about?" he asked cluelessly.

"Matt, don't be a dick! I watched you shove Jade into the pool!" Austin snapped.

"I did not!" he countered, almost like a child having a tantrum, "The deck is slippery! It happens, man!" and he placed his hand on Austin's shoulder. Austin however flinched and pulled him off.

"Don't touch me," he said shortly.

Matt scowled at him, he was only a few inches shorter than Austin, he looked younger with his moppy hair and skinnier build. However, the way he stared Austin down so intensely, so confidently, Austin wasn't afraid so much as he was uncomfortable being within close proximity to the kid.

"Or what?" he poked Austin's chest only to be batted away.

"Don't touch me!"

"What're you gonna' do if I do? Huh?"

Ashley called him out, "Matt, stop it!" she warned like a mother scolding her child for snatching a toy away from his sibling, "You're not helping!"

Suppose you could chalk it down to immaturity, or Matt truly thought that he was untouchable as he scoffed at the young blonde, "How 'bout you worry about the Japanese flag on your towel and not me, hm?"

Jade didn't understand what he was referring to until she looked down, the color drained from her face, her blood ran cold as she saw the pinkish-reddish stains soaking through her towel from her jeans, from her pad. And as soon as she saw it, everybody had too. Austin had seen it, averting his eyes quickly out of decency though the damage had already been done. Never more in her life had Jade wanted to die than in that moment.

Brenda was quick to usher her inside, "Okay, show's over. Let's get you cleaned up,"

Jade's cheeks flushed some, she could still feel the uncomfortable sopping lump in her pants so clearly, the embarrassment so poingnant, and yet if she was asked, she wasn't sure why she should've been so embarrassed in the first place. It wasn't her fault she had been pushed into the pool, after all.

"Anyway," she sighed, "besides that fiasco we stayed up late and made s'mores on the little bonfire,"

"Of course," he shook his head, "And I had to put some distance between you and Matt,"

"I wasn't surprised when him and Sara broke up, but the restraining order threw me," she shivered at the thought, imagining if she hadn't of dodged that bullet.

"I don't miss him," Austin shook his head, "I mean, other than that, I think we still had fun,"

"We did," Jade nodded, "I haven't had s'mores in a long time, actually,"

"Neither have I," he shrugged, "How about next time you come over we make some?"

"I'd like that," she smiled softly, "But I think we should do it after -- this," she waved her hand between them, blushing profusely.

He scoffed amusedly, "Why?"

"Because we've proven we can be very messy and chocolate and marshmallow are gonna' make that worse," she laughed.

"And what's wrong with that?"

Jade just laughed him off as he reached for his TV remote to find something for them to watch. His sense of humour dwindled however as his mind wondered, watching Jade as he flicked through different show titles on his Netflix. Her hair held a particular shine under the lamp sitting over them and her eyes weren't sunken persay, though she appeared tired. A little bit of guilt flooded through him as he saw how late it was, further knowing too that they both had full days ahead of them.

"Why did you agree to sleep with me?" he spoke before his better judgement could stop him.

Jade turned to him, not taken aback so much as she was curious to his question, "I thought we already talked about it," she said.

"We talked about how... we didn't really talk about... why," he shrugged sheepishly.

"Why are you asking me this now?" she asked.

His gaze clung shyly to her shoulder, the fabric of his t-shirt draping gently along the bone, "I don't know. I guess 'cause you never really seemed like you'd be into this thing. I'm just curious,"

She pulled her knees up to her chest, inhaling deeply as she thought about it, "Neither do you. I don't know," she looked off into space, "I guess internally I just wanna' fuck up my life even more. I suppose it can't get any worse from here," she tittered pitifully.

"You're not doing too badly," he reassured her.

"I appreciate that," she replied, "My therapist says I seek safety and validation from outward attention. And I wish I'd heard that earlier because maybe things would be a little better,"

It was hard sometimes for Austin to differentiate between Jade's alter ego and her vulnerable side, he felt as though he was privy to this raw part of her she wouldn't have wanted anybody to see. And it made him question to why she picked him, or more relevantly why they'd picked each other in this.

"Would you let me be a better thing in your life?" he asked, trying to read her glazed expression.

"You don't have to worry about me," she smiled assuringly, "You have enough on your plate, Austin,"

Austin simpered, reaching across the leather to give her hand an affectionate squeeze, "Maybe. But I can have a packed schedule and still make time for my friend,"

"Friend," Jade smirked as she scooted closer beside him, "Do you... do you do this type of stuff with your other friends?" she waved her hand between them, calloused fingers fluttering softly.

Austin felt his face run hot, thankful that the lights were dimmed a little lower but the cheeky smile curving at her lips told him she'd noticed anyway. There was a furtive glimmer in her eyes as she teased him like a child, reminiscent flares of the girl he knew sparking in again and again, drawing him nearer to her in the flame of familiarity and credulousness.

Nineteen-year-old Jade was curled up in an arm chair, small as a mouse while the cook out continued on the rooftop pool. She felt a multitude of things: frustration, anger, sheer embarrassment despite how many times the girls had told her she hadn't need to. Ashley gave her a fresh pad and some clothes to change into, she had told Jade she could take as much time as she needed before coming back upstairs. Though given the way some of the guys had been snickering amongst themselves, sneaking glances and pointing subtly, she wasn't sure she would. If she was still in Toronto she would've called her mom in a heart beat to come pick her up.

Community was on, Señor Chang's manic episodes and Pierce's constant yet unintentional oppressive behaviour were an attempt to dry out the loud cry of mockery in her brain, and for the most part it was working. She hadn't registered a visitor until she heard the door slam amongst the television chaos, her glazed eyes blinked slowly.

"I'm fine Ash, you don't need to worry," she called over the commotion.

Twenty-one-year-olds, shy yet chivalrous, Austin chuckled beneath his breath as he took a seat beside her on the couch, much to Jade's surprise. In one hand he had a red cup, in the other two slices of cold pizza haphazardly wrapped in a greasy napkin.

"I'll be sure to let her know," he smiled, "Thought you might be hungry," he offered her the pizza.

"Thanks," it was then the tension in her body began to fizzle out, her sour mood not quite lifted but nonetheless she as happy to see him out of everybody. True to Austin's notion it dawned on Jade then how hungry she was. She took a bite; the mozzarella was gummy by now and the marinara sauce was bizarrely sweet. In the cup was a dark cola, though the smell of a stronger liquor burned under nose amongst the sugary goodness, "What's this?"

"Cola,"

"Cola and what?"

He smiled coyly, "Captain Morgan,"

"Hmm, look at you plying minors with alcohol," she smirked back.

"If nineteen is good enough for Canada, it's good enough for me. Don't -- don't tell Ashley, though," he reasoned. He had just had a fresh hair cut, Jade hadn't said anything but she noticed how much sharper he looked, in turn appearing more confident in his v-neck and cargo shorts.

"I don't know what you're talking about," her brows popped to tease as she took a cocky sip of the drink.

Austin meanwhile kicked his feet up onto the table, perplexed at the onslaught of zombies tearing apart a community college campus, the variety of cast costumes appealing and appropriate to each character.

"Why are they playing a halloween episode in August?" he asked.

"Because Halloween is cool," Jade replied matter-of-factly, "Hallmark likes to play their Christmas movies in July, anyway,"

"Fucking weirdos," he muttered. Jade was watching his nonchalance curiously. His sudden silence was perplexing, his own gaze glued to the TV as he relaxed into the couch without much of a care, almost as though Jade hadn't been traumatized an hour ago.

"How's everything upstairs?" she asked.

He shrugged listlessly, "Not much is going on up there. A couple of the guys are already drunk," he replied.

She nodded slowly, "... You're not... you're not gonna ask me about what happened?"

He glanced at her peripherally, "... Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really,"

"Then we won't talk about it," he decided, "Not until you want to," and he went back to watching TV.

Jade relaxed beside him, gobbling down the pizza and after a few sips, she didn't mind the distinct bitterness of her drink. Despite the show she could pick off the moments he snuck glances at her. Her head shook as she simpered under her breath.

"You don't have to babysit me, you know," she said, "I'm fine, Austin,"

He met her gaze again, "I'm not babysitting you. I'm just enjoying your company. It's quieter down here, anyway," he replied.

"Okay, but if Ashley or anyone sent you down here --"

"Jade, I came down here because I wanted to see you. Yes, I want to make sure you're okay 'cause I'm not gonna' have any fun knowing you're down here by yourself. So sue me," he turned to the TV again.

Jade huffed on the spot, folding her legs into a pretzel for some aim for comfort, not caring whether the pizza grease had soaked through the napkin and was staining her joggers. Her hair, long but still damp clung to the back of her neck and felt unbearably hot against her skin, amplified now as his stare bore into her.

"I wouldn't trust you to babysit a fish, anyway," she scoffed quietly.

Austin glared playfully, "Says the girl who forgot she locked her dog out on the porch for an hour,"

Jade chuckled sheepishly, "Well -- I mean -- okay, point taken. Thank you,"

His arm came around her shoulder and he pulled her into his side, and they giggled as her drink splashed and threatened to spill. Ashley then surely would've killed them both.

He smiled at her, charming, warm, delightfully mischievous in his own way that many people upstairs wouldn't notice about him. But Jade did, she always noticed everything about him.

"Don't mention it, you're my best friend after all,"

But there it was, that dreaded word. The six letter word that scorned Jade's adolescent life with Austin. She shouldn't have been so surprised, she was young and naive and there were other people who had more to offer him. She wasn't supposed to be anything more than just his friend, only then and only now.

Jade suddenly came to when Austin had poked her shoulder, "Hm?"

"Where'd you go?" he simpered, "You kinda' spaced out,"

"Oh, sorry," she smiled sheepishly, now taking note that he had the Netflix menu on the TV screen. His TV in his home, where they both sat on his couch practically half dressed. Just like really, really, really good friends.

"You want to watch something?" he asked.

The words barely left his lips before a sharp beep blared from down the hall, her clothes were done.

She didn't show her heavy heart as she sat up now, peeking down the darkened hallway, "I think that's my cue, actually,"

He didn't want the disappointment to flicker across his face, glaring down the hall at the direction of the beep. It felt like an intrusive sibling or a poorly timed phone call, their safe space was suddenly broken again.

"Oh, yeah. Right," he stood and started for the washing machine, "Sit tight, I'll get them,"

"I can help," Jade began to sit.

"No, no, I insist," he smiled reassuringly, "After all, I made most the mess,"

[glittergutts]

I've been having a stressful morning. And I need to process my thoughts about preparing for treatment.

First we couldn't figure out the money to get all the stuff I need to take to treatment and I had a cry about feeling like I shouldn't even go. I didn't know all my vitamins and supplements had to be unopened until the other day and it cost a lot to buy all at once.

Figured it out with the last of our available credit and my supplements and stuff should be here tomorrow and Sunday just in time for me to leave Monday morning.

Loki is extra whiney today. Like he won't chill out and I want to yell because I do not understand what he wants. I wish he would lay down and let me rub him when I'm sad. He refuses to be comforting.

My anxiety started getting really bad when I was on the phone with my mom and she was slamming me with question after question. She's always like that but today I couldn't handle it. She's asking things I can't answer and reminding me how out of control even my best plan is.

So after awhile I took the anxiety pill and convinced myself to get out of bed. I found some pretzels that looked pretty plain and a Gatorade and even though I barely had any of either I feel uncomfortably full. I think all the days of skipping food has started to really hurt my body.

I got the okay to bring ensure drinks to treatment but I'm not even sure if I like them I just have to have the calories in a drink (because i cant fucking eat 360 calories at once) so I can take my latuda and I normally drink a Chai protein thing at home. I'm going to ask Chris to bring home a few flavors I can try so I can figure out which type to buy.

The food at treatment is close to nothing. They do cook dinners but it's always meat or something I don't eat so I have to fend for myself the whole stay. Once I lived off orange cups and plain Oatmeal for 12 days. I was so happy to eat again when I discharged.

I hope it's better this time I wish I was allowed to just bring my own food but I understand why they don't allow that.

I need to wash all my laundry today so I can figure out what clothes I'm bringing and get my bag ready. I'm waiting on a night gown from Amazon. I don't want to sleep in a big tee shirt there like I do at home because it doesn't feel safe and private to be pantsless. I bought a nice pair of sleep shorts when I went a few years ago and I'm going to bring those again and I think having 2 sleep outfits should be fine as long a I don't have sweat nightmares. They have laundry there if I do need to wash anything.

Also because of covid the rooms aren't shared anymore so I have the privacy to use the bathroom or change or sleep in my room whenever I want to. Hell I can take a shower at 3 am and nobody would stop me. Although I'll be trying to sleep and behave like the functional person I want to be. It's just a relieving idea to have some space and freedom.

I'm desperately hoping having the time to focus on my needs and health will let me leave a little better of a person or at be able to take better care of myself and family. I'm tired of letting myself down.

I found some nice skincare things in mini containers I can bring with that will make shower time a little more enjoyable. I have some fidget toys in a bag and some art supplies with a folder that has paper and coloring sheets inside. I'm going to bring my comfort pillow and my favorite squishmallow plushies. I just need to take a few pictures of my family and I feel like I tried my best to bring comfort with me. I got to order aromatherapy balm sticks because I can't have essential oils and I don't see why I couldn't have these so I feel good about my supply of comfort things.

I used to take so much klonapins and do normal stuff like safely drive my car but I feel heavily medicated this time like I need to lay down. At least I'm not having a panic attack and I had some food.

[dominantslasherking]

H-hear me out:

Listening to Hannibal whisper some of the most arousing things in your ear during a party. Scenarios of you two being caught fucking or him disappearing under the table to suck you off. Once all the guest leave you bend him over the closet counter or table and immediately get to work on fucking him.

Or

Becoming aroused by listening to Michael's breathing becomes deeper and more shaky as you palm his c*ock through his clothes. Sucking and kissing on his exposed neck as you play with his nipples too. Enjoying the fact you know your the only one he has let you do this to him.

Ik absolutely disgusting but what can I say. Your literally the perfect author for stuff like this. Literally a god-sent angel that deserves to be praised more.♥️♥️♥️

P.s hope your doing ok ♥️♥️

(imma call myself ♥️ anon if that's ok)

Hannibal Lecter with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

Also, it's not really disgusting, I've become rather numb to these types of horny requests, because what can I say, except I get them all the time. Plus I also indulge myself in writing them soooo---

Slightly stretching your limbs, you watch Hannibal interact with people, close to you, he was basically glued to your side. This really wasn't a big 'party' that Hannibal normally through, just with a few respectable guests, early wanting to taste the delicious foods your husband makes---oh only if they knew.

Your chair was right next to Hannibals, as your cold gaze fell onto him, lust drawing near, he was also so neat in clean, however, when it came to both of your sex lives, he was always messy when you were finished.

Hannibal did seem to notice, as he easily stopped the conversation he had with his guest, leaning forward to you a bit, he whispered into your ear.

"Imagine, my lips wrapped around your most appetizing cock, I'm sure the other would be utmost jealous to not receive such an untouchable treat." His thumb traced along your tensed jaw, before leaning straightly back into his seat, responding to someone's comment about his food.

The teasing, didn't seem to stop, as the side dishes were served, and Hannibal had finished putting the plates up, he looked at one of the men at the table, "Why don't you show the guests one of the most famed paintings in my collection, hm? You were all talking about it earlier." He continued a bit, as they agreed to go there for a short time, all of the guests leaving the table, as they assumed Hannibal couldn't come because he was making the main dishes.

Hannibal trotted closer to you, his husband while peppering kisses on his jaw, before slowly getting on his knees and under the table, this, of course, was a very scandalous thing of him to do, but he didn't care, his husband needs come first.

Hannibal's large hands, trace against your stiffly confined cock, rubbing against it a bit, before letting it lose. He was always amazed at the girth and length.

His wet mouth, eagerly took your cock in, bobbing down a few inches and enjoying the salty taste of your pre-cum.

The guests quickly return, dr Alana bloom, the most frequent guest you both had over, looked around, "[Name] I assume hannibal is cooking---why do you look--so stiff?" She prodded a bit, some others guests eyes falling onto you, while others were busy chatting with one another.

You gulped on your Sailva, feeling Hannibal's mouth take your cock in deeper, he was careful enough not to allow his gag reflex to make itself knows, so he slid your cock down his throat carefully, letting his tongue trace every part.

"I-Its---nothing...." A groan nearly escaped your mouth, as your cock was being completely slobbered on.

Alana, stopped chatting with you, after her words died down the chatting got louder, and it was so loud that it was able to drown out, Hannibal repeated sounds of gagging down on your cock and the wet noises his mouth was making from impaling his head down hard, on your dick.

Hannibal felt you twitch which made him stop gagging and sucking n your cock, not allowing you the pleasure of cum.

he gripped your thigh as a signal to distract them, much to your complete displeasure, Hannibal shoved your hard cock back into your pants..

A fake cough escaped from your throat, "Excuse me? I'm afraid Hannibal shall take a while, making the food, why don't we bring this discussion to the living room?" Everyone perked up at your suggestion, they were rather scared and intimated by you, as you never really bother conversing with them, hardly ever.

After everyone dragged themselves out of the dining era, Hannibal got himself out under the table and headed to the kitchen, smirking at your clenched fists.

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The guests finally left, After Hannibal had sucked your cock and refused for you to cum, he continued to relentlessly tease you, whether it was whispering the most sensual things into your ear or palming at your cock when no one was paying attention.

So here you were, having a disheveled Hannibal, bending down on his kitchen counter, bending him over, while fucking him.

Your cock was reaching every single part inside of him, you were hard and fast, and every time, your cock was completely balls deep inside him with each thrust and pound.

"Agh-!~" Hannibal slurred out as you gripped onto his hair for another area of support, your other hand on his waist.

Digging your cock into him, hard. Your pounding was ruthless as your cock hammered hard into his twitching hole. Hannibal's cock was twitching so much, as he came all over his and your chests.

This didn't stop the roughness, even when his puckering walls, squeezed you immensely, the clobbering of your force didn't stop.

Unexpectedly, you empty a large load, deep inside Hannibal Coating his fleshy walls white. It made his hole clench in pleasure, he purposely tightened his hole to suck up all your cum and made sure not to let a single drop fall.

"Let us move to the bedroom," Hannibal whispered seductively as much as he could with his emotionless-like voice when he felt your cock harden inside him again.

[mazeinthemiroh]

han sfw alphabet

genre: fluff

word count: 2.2k

warnings: none

requested?: yes

song rec: music for a sushi restaurant by harry styles

pls like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3

a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection)

once han is fully comfortable with someone, he is pretty much the most affectionate bundle of fluff you will ever know

and he shows his affection in various ways. sometimes he will pull you in for random hugs and pepper your face with numerous kisses

or he might stay up all night writing a whole rap song about his feelings for you and how he is lost without you, you know, the usual swaggy stuff

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

his best friend is his safe place

he's the type of friend that cherishes having someone to joke around with. if you get his sense of humour than you guys are definitely gonna hit it off from day 1!

he just loves having someone who will go out and do stuff with him. and han is pretty much for anything you suggest, he's very open-minded! you want to go rock climbing? sure thing! you want to go fishing? not a problem! you want to eat you heart out at a buffet restaurant? he's already there.

c - cuddles (would they like to cuddle? how do they cuddle?)

he can be very cuddly

might take him some time at the start of the relationship to get comfortable, but once he can be very physically affection in general

he loves cuddling into you when you guys are watching a movie and snuggled up on the couch together. he will always have a fluffy blanket to hand and will most likely be the one to lean on your shoulder, expecting you to place an arm around him uwu

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

the thought of settling down kind of stresses him out at this point in his life

he feels he wants to settle down in the future (like marriage and stuff) but he views that as like... wayyyyyyy into the future. he's not going to rush into something like that

in terms of domestic work, he will always offer and tries to make himself available. he likes going over to your place to just relax and stuff but when he sees you doing chores around the house there's no way he's gonna let you do that alone??

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he's so anxious about it

like he's literally a heated mess, he doesn't know what to do with himself

has a whole crisis thinking about it, and loses a lot of sleep

he ends up phoning you at like 2am. you here his voice break in the other side as he starts crying, telling you it's over and (depending on the situation) apologising profusely

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

you seeeee

i persoanlly don't see han as a marriage type of guy

don't be me wrong, he is committed. he is loyal to the end, no joke

but marriage isn't really a goal for him. if you suggest it or say you want marriage, he is happy to oblige, of course. but it's not something he is dying to do, you know?

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

oh he's soooo gentle, perhaps more so emtoioanlly than anything else

we can tell just by the lyrics to his songs that hannie is very in touch with his own emotions, so relating and empathising with you is very natural for him

he knows very well when he has said something wrong, perhaps thinking before he speaks, because his eyes will grow wide before you even reaction. he'll rub his face and sigh, already apologising and backtracking from what he has said. he's very aware of his words and tries his best not to hurt you

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

just for the record, han is like a heater. his body is so naturally warm, and paired with the fact that he is the cutest bean on the planet, it's really hard not to hug him

of course he likes hugs. at times he even prefers them to kisses

he just thinks a hug say many things. they can say 'i love you,' 'i'm sorry,' 'i need you,' etc... which is why his go to physical affection is to pull you in for a big old hug <333

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

gosh imagine han saying he loves you oh my goshhh

i feel a mental breakdown coming 🚶‍♀️anyways

han will be hesitant when saying that he loves you. he needs to know he can trust you with his feelings, and he needs to know if you're in this for the long-run with him

because he's not going to tell someone he loves them for no reason

he dosn't want to waste his time or feelings

so once he has confirmed you are the one for him, he might say it randomly and suddenly

i can totally see him saying i love you after you guys have been laughing your asses off at a joke you have mad. just seeing you struggling to breath as you cackle with laughter, flushed cheeks and messy hair, he just knows that there is no one else he would rather be with

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

sometimes he lacks in confidence in himself so there are occasions when he would get jealous, but it wouldn't be obvious if he was

the majority of time he has trust in his partner and feels there's no reason to be jealous

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

he likes to attack you by peppering kisses all over your face. he just thinks your reaction is so cute and funny

and he appreciates any kisses you give him. it doesn't matter where you kiss him, he welcomes them all!!

issing you on the lips, han is usually soft and gentle. he almost always smiles into the kiss as he molds his lips into yours i'm actually suffering right now

he's got such funny, goofy energy most of the time but when it comes to kissing he's so soft and sensual and just sinks into a beautiful rhythm

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

he's good with them for the most part, mostly because he mostly tries to entertain them and does random things to make them laugh

and he's good at making them laugh, like he is with everyone! he doesn't view children much different from adults, they just have to be occupied a different way!

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

he's a sleepy bear who just wants to sleep some more :(

will probably grab and grip onto you if you even think about getting a out of bed. not on his watch! you're staying right here in his arms while he uses you as his personal pillow

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

will stay up all night chatting with you

he works all day and barely gets to see you during the week. and he stays up all night anyways, so he figures it would be even better to spend this time with you

likes to snuggle up with you and watch anime, and he's totally the type to have a big stash of midnight snacks just waiting to be eaten. you guys are gonna have so much fun

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

slowly

he gives off the vibe that he is quite an open person. it's the way he presents himself: quite confident, carefree, casual.

but finding out what he thinks about? his deep thoughts? his past mistakes? yeah, no. that's not going to be very easy access

it will took a lot of time and patience to get to know him in such a personal and intimate way, which will give him a chance to test and see if his partner is actually willing to be patient and kind with him

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

he was known for being a bit of a hot-head in his debut days

he's cooled down a bit now, for sure. he's matured and become more secure in himself, so he doesn't feel the need to start unnecessary drama

in fact, he actively avoids drama. sure, it's entertaining to watch an argument on a tv show, perhaps. but to actually be a part of it? definitely not good for his anxiety

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he forgets things here and there. he has a bit of a scatter brain, tending to hop from one thing to the next. so it's hard for him to focus on one things or little details, especially since he's a busy man

he tries to put a lot of effort when it comes to you. and he feels so guilty if he forgets an anniversary date, or keeps reminding himself to get a present for your birthday up until the very last minute. some things just fall out of his brain

r = remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

one time he invited you over to the studio. he was working late that night but he promised himself that he would spend every night with you. so you happily obliged!

well he was supposed to be working on an their next comeback, and he was going to show off a couple of his new songs he composed

he loved watching your face light up as you compliment his artistry, or how you started doing embarrassingly bad dances to one of his edm songs

he just values your positivity and support so much <3

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

protective in the sense that he doesn't want you to get hurt

but other than that, he's pretty chill. he doesn't feel the need to be on guard and protect you at all times because you are your own person. and he expects you to treat him as such

you both will protect each other and have each others back when something serious has happened

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

not too much effort to be honest

he likes sharing the casual, mundane things in his life with you. you make those normal bits of his life special, that's why he appreciates you so much. that's why he doesn't feel the need to go all glitz and glam, becaus eh doesn't have that some expectation of you

on anniversaries though, he will try do something a little different. a bit more special. he will rack his brain trying to find the perfect present for you, mostly something that you have wanted for a long time

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

because he likes to avoid any drama or heated discussions, it can be hard to reason with him at times

if you want to confront him about a certain issue or try and explain yourself to him in and argument, he is usually quite dismissive or likes to defuse the conversation, shrugging and saying "it's not that big of a deal"

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

hey

you can't spell handsome without 'han'

he knows he's gorgeous as hell so he's not too concerned about what he looks like

he takes pride in his appearance but usually prefers to wear cosy, baggy casual clothes, which he looks good in either way

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

if he has grown with you as a person, and if you have stuck with him through thick and thin, i would say, yes

but this feeling would only grow over a long period of time. this type of thing doesn't happen overnight for him

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them)

we know hannie can be quite random at times

so he likes doing random stuff with you! like going on long, midnight drives leading to nowhere. or befriending strangers together like its the most normal thing in the world

he falls in love with how much you match his random spurts of energy and follow on with his creative mischief

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

han doesn't like people who take life too seriously. he knows from his own experience that it is very, very easy to get down about things and become cynical about life

and everyone has days where they feel like that

han just chooses not to hang out with people like that. they just drain his energy. he needs soemone who can lift his spirits, match his energy, and just want to have a good time, despite life's hardships

z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

he will fall asleep randomly, anywhere at anytime

if he has a comfy surface for his head, there's nothing really stopping him from drifting off

and with the amount of sleep he misses, who can blame him?

[182-ash]

So if you know me you know I love sickfics sm, they have such potential for comfort and fluff. I swear karl sickfic pt3 is in the works its being written I just got in a bit of a writing slump and lack motivation lol. My solution is writing headcannons and I've chosen the chuckle boys bc I've been binging the podcast and rlly missing Charlie lately

Headcannon for Chuckle sandwich boys caring for you while sick

Charlie🥪

Definitely found out you were sick by making you laugh so hard you had a coughing fit but immediately felt guilty after

The whole time you're sick he just wants to cheer you up and make you laugh so expect many puns

I feel like he was just want to be constantly near you so he brings his work to wherever your sat bed or sofa idk

He'd probably make you tea, try to say "careful, it's hot!" and end up saying "careful, it's tea!", making u both laugh so hard you spill it and end up in another coughing fit. He apologises profusely and rubs your back until it calms down

If you have to throw up he stays with you the whole time and mutters sweet nothings

Gently scoops you up and carries you back to bed

Don't think he'd have an issue with not kissing you if he could cuddle you instead or just kiss your hand dramatically really playing up the gentleman persona

He'd be relativity chill abt meds, he knows they'll help but won't push it if you don't want any, would rather focus on keeping you fed and hydrated

Honestly just looks perfect shape for cuddles, would give you lil back rubs

I can really imagine him being the type to run you a bath and sit either on the toilet(seat down) or just outside the door until you're done

Schlatt🥪

I can imagine him finding out you're sick when you seem more down than usual and aren't joking around as much

"Hold on a sec" *drops jambo into your lap* "keep an eye on them buddy", he goes to get u some meds from the bathroom

We all know this man can't cook so he'll order u some soup to be delivered

I feel like he starts off by making fun of you and joking a bit but stops when he notices how genuinely miserable you look

If you have to throw up he'd be in with you instantly and hold your hair back but constantly over dramatic and joking "Oh god! Oh Jesus! Jesus Christ y/n what the hell"

^when your done he pulls you back to his chest and puts a cold towel on your forehead to help you cool down

Relatively persistent with meds as he knows they'll help you feel better but will be understanding and helpful if you struggle (I can see him making 'shots' jokes if you've gotta take the liquid stuff)

Complains abt your movie choices and won't hesitate to switch them over once u fall asleep

Constantly saying "y/n if you get me sick I swear- " but doesn't stop kissing you so gets sick and is a big baby abt it

Ted🥪

So I feel like he'd be another one to notice when your not as upbeat but he doesn't realise why at first

^ maybe he goes to hug you and then he notices just how warm you are when you lean your head against his shoulder "Hey honey you feeling alright?" "What can I do to help love"

Just wants to help without being overbearing

I want to cry I just lost half of what I'd written for Ted and I was basically done :(

I feel like he'd be another to run you a bath then sit and chat

Is also chill with meds but will try persuade u a bit 1st tho

He'd be focused on making sure u rest

^no-one really mentions this much but he'd do some chores to take the stress of and help you relax e.g washing up or cleaning.

If u have to throw up he'll be rubbing your back and holding your hair then handing u water after

^cares lots abt hydration

Will watch movies with you all day

^just wants you to be comfortable

Okay with not kissing u but wants to hold you close

Hates seeing his s/o this miserable so can't wait for u to be better

I can't think of anything else so thats it for today but enjoy

[drakenology]

Dumb Little Housewife

husband!bakugo x housewife!reader

warnings: smut, dumbification kink, unprotected sex, degradation, daddy kink, housewifey stuff ya know?

author’s note: hii! so this is for the new year new kink event with @butterscotchbaku . i’m a little early whoops I couldn’t help myself. go follow her page and all that junk her work is pretty amazing and i’m a HUGE fan ugh her blog is so cute 🥺. and make sure to check out some of the work that participated in this event as well. Hope yall enjoy!

6:30 am, you wake up just before Bakugo to make him his breakfast. You yawn and grab your robe off the back of the bedroom door and tip toe to the kitchen, careful not to wake your sleeping husband on the way out. You hum a little tune while you scramble some eggs and fry a little bit of bacon, happy to please the one you love.

You were grateful he could offer you such a carefree lifestyle. You cook and keep the house clean while Bakugo saves the world, brings home the cash and fucks you nice and good every night. What an even trade. Even though you wouldn’t mind working Bakugo insisted that you stay home, eager and willing to support you both. As you brewed some coffee for you and Katsuki, you find him trudging to the kitchen with a loud and abrupt yawn.

His hair was a mess on top of his head, eyes half lidded and droopy. He’s really at his sexiest when he looks half dead. You smile and hand him his mug as he walked towards you, pulling you closer to him by your waist. You giggle and give him a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Good morning, honey!” You say cheerfully. Bakugo takes a sip of his coffee and sits down at the table.

“G’Mornin.” He said groggily, sleep coating his already deep voice. The sound is almost like sex itself, making the spot between your legs lightly quiver. “‘M workin’ from home today so I’ll be a little busy.”

You pout, almost whine when you hear that Bakugo will basically be at home all day just to ignore you. On top of that you suddenly had an itch only he could scratch since you’re too dumb to get yourself off correctly. Or at least that’s what Katsuki would say. You sigh, feeling particularly bratty this morning and lean against the table in front of him just enough for your robe to droop down and give him a full view of your ample cleavage.

“You can be a little bit late can’t you, Suki?” You mewl, handing him his plate to eat. Bakugo shook his head, staring down into your robe. He was almost persuaded by the sight of your breasts alone but work had to come first even if his hot wife wanted to get fucked right there on the dinner table.

“No I can’t. And don’t try anything while I’m working either, Y/N. You’re already on thin fuckin’ ice.” Bakugo said with his mouth full. You roll your eyes, recalling a few nights when you pushed Katsuki to his limit but he couldn’t punish you right then and there because of work or something or other.

You took full advantage since you and Bakugo hadn’t had sex in about a week since he’d been swamped with hero work. Whether it be sending him videos of you fucking yourself with shaky and clumsy fingers or pictures of you bent over with your pretty panties showing under a dress you wore; you were really pushing your luck.

You pout, grabbing his and your dishes and loaded the dishwasher, hiking your robe up a little to show off your ass in the new thong you bought as you bent over to close the door. Bakugo walks out of the kitchen, smacking your ass hard enough to make you cum right there on the spot. You were already a little wet and needy. You gasp, closing your thighs together as you’re almost brought to your knees by just a strike to the ass.

You had an idea. An idea that was sure to make Bakugo ditch work and fuck you into a stupid bumbling mess.

8:30 am, You walk into the bedroom just past the office Bakugo had set up in to start his work and throw off your robe, adjusting your bra to push your boobs up a bit more. You strut into the office in nothing but your underwear, Bakugo not even turning his head to face you. He was too busy typing up some stupid report or whatever. You grab his chin and pull his head to face you, hovering over him to bury his face between your breasts.

“Y/N so help me...” He hissed, blushing profusely as you climb into his lap. You start to grind up against his thigh, moaning softly as you feel friction for the first time all morning.

“Can’t even work in peace. If only you could see how fucking desperate you look right now.” Bakugo said, only slightly giving in by grabbing your ass with one hand, the other still trying to work.

You bit your lip and blocked his vision of the computer screen with your head and continued to grind on his leg, annoying Bakugo to no end as you completely disobeyed him for the last time. He groaned, stopping his typing to wrap his hand around your neck and pull your ear to his lips.

“You just don’t listen, huh? If it’s dick you want, I’ll make sure you get it all, ya dumb slut.” Bakugo growls into your ear, nipping at your earlobe as you feel yourself get wetter at his lewd words and insults. Bakugo stands on his feet, lifting you up with him as he plopped you onto the desk. You rub your thighs together excitedly as he took your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Since you can’t keep your fuckin’ hands to yourself.” Bakugo said, yanking your panties to the side with fervor. You gasp as the cold air of the room greet your slick pussy, the feeling quickly being replaced with Bakugo’s thick digits findind their way inside. You whimper, trying to rub your clit to help bring your orgasm closer only to be restricted by your strong husband.

“Nuh uh. Don’t you fucking move. This is what you wanted, right? Now sit and take it like a good whore.” You mewl at his words once more, loving when he talks to you like this. God you couldn’t even compare to the fullness he gave you even with his fingers. Your head was in the clouds now at this point, Bakugo taking one hand to pinch and play with one or your nipples to emphasize the pleasure as he sped up his movements.

Sloshing sounds filled the office, your sopping wet pussy now being abused by Katsuki’s fingers as your slick coated his hand and dripped down your ass onto the desk.

“You’re making such a mess, baby. You’re a sloppy little slut, aren’t you?” Bakugo remarks with a smug look on his face, knowing you’re way too dumb to even form a sentence right now. You bumble and nod, not making a lick of sense when you speak as your moans overtake your own rational thinking.

Katsuki laughs at your dumb little face, tongue lolling out as you pant and cry out for more. Your vision becomes hazy as you come so close to cumming, pleading for Katsuki to make you cum on his fingers since you were being so good only for him to laugh at you. He stops his movements as soon as he felt you were even slightly clenching around him, causing your breathe to be uneven. You let out a pathetic sob, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you come down from your almost high.

“Ooh... So close.” Bakugo mocked. “What’s the matter? I thought this is what you wanted. Don’t tell me your punishment’s too much for you.” You shake your head no, the only thing you have the strength to muster as you pant and rub your thighs together to start up your high again.

He lets your hands go and stands you up to bend you over the desk, your wobbly legs barely able to keep you stable as you stumble around. Bakugo chuckled darkly at the state of you, almost ready to ruin you completely over and over again to get you off his back for long enough to get some work done.

“You know what’s coming next, hm?” Bakugo asked lowly, sending convulsions into your pussy at the thought of what he was about to do.

“N-No daddy p-please don’t.” You beg. He was about to spank you, enough times to make up for all the punishments you’ve missed. You whimper as you feel a sharp strike against your ass, the sting fading into delicious pleasure as your slick dripped down your thighs.

“Count.” Bakugo demands, striking you again causing you to yelp and whine for him to stop. “I said count. Not beg. You get two extra for that.”

“Th-Th-Three!” You squeal as he strikes you again. At this point you’re drenched and regretting even pulling this stunt on your husband, forgetting all about all the things you’ve been doing to him to tease and piss him off.

Smack after smack almost sent you into orbit as your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each hit. You huff as you reach the last hit, your pussy clenching around nothing as you hold yourself back from cumming.

“Th-thirteen-fuck! Thirteen.” You whine, your head burried into your arms as you sob. Bakugo was laughing at you the entire beating, loving the way your body jolted with every blow he delivered to your juicy ass. He was hard as a rock at this point and really wanted to fuck you into oblivion.

“Hm.. I think you’ve learned your lesson. Whatddaya think, princess?” Bakugo asked rubbing circles into your sore ass cheeks.

“Yes! God yes please fuck me, Daddy. I need youu. I’ll be good I promise I won’t bother you anymor-“ You ramble, whining and begging until Katsuki shut you up with a nice filling. Your pussy deliciously stretched to accommodate his impressive size, sobbing into your hands as you cover your face.

You’re so happy your husband was filling you to the brim that your eyes start to tear up, the feeling of his dick kissing your cervix enough to make you clench around him bliss. You let out loud high pitched moans along with frantic thank yous and I love yous as Bakugo ruts into you like a bat outta hell.

“Ya like that? Huh, baby? I know you fuckin’ do, ya little whore.” Bakugo hissed into your ear, already knowing the answer as you babble nonsense into the desk. “That’s right baby take me. Hah, you feel so fucking good right now.” Fuck he was killing you, but it felt so good. Bakugo was fucking you so hard you could hardly keep up with his pace, holding onto the edge of the desk for dear life as he pounded your poor pussy. White lights flash behind your eyes as you come close to cumming for the second time, this time harder than the last. You try and as permission instead coming out as a bumbling mess unable to even form a coherent sentence as Bakugo fucked you into euphoria.

“I-I’m g-gonna- Hah! Ughhhn, sh-shittt- ah! D-d-d-daddyyyy!” you whine

“I can tell you’re close. My poor stupid baby can’t even tell me she’s about to cum for me.” Bakugo said, rutting into at a sudden sloppy pace as he comes close to his own release. You loved his last few thrusts before he came, cumming way before he does from the feeling of his cock throbbing profusely inside you.

You’re a screaming spectical now, your spongy walls clamping down on your husband’s big fat cock, Bakugo cooing praises into your ear as he came hot inside you right after you from the feeling of your tightness. You seemed to milk him for everything he had, Bakugo slowly pulling out after fucking his seed into you to watch his seed spill out of your used up pussy with glee. Bakugo smacks your ass one last time and pulled his pants back up, you still unable to move from the desk as he led you to the bathroom to get you to clean up.

“Ya happy now?” Bakugo said starting your bath as you sat on the edge of the tub. You nod, still hazy and drunk off Bakugo’s dick. He kissed your forehead and ran back to the office after hearing his skype going off. You giggle and wait for the bath to fill, deeply madly and truly in love with the man who just demolished you.

“Oi! Don’t let the water overflow, you idiot!”

[tellerluna-stories]

episode 04: a faint chime heard by sunshine

CONTENTS: 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. m.list!

TW/CW: none

A/N: bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. SIIIIIIKE anyway this chapter will be uploaded a little sooner than my usual sched bc I haven't updated in a while. irl stuff is slowly settling but my schedule is still super iffy so don't expect too much HAHA

Ever since that day, the atmosphere between you and Thoma had changed. You no longer tried to avoid him, and his little antics somehow shifted from being unnerving to endearing. The change was subtle and unspoken, yet it felt as if he was slowly bridging the gap between the two of you now that he knew you wouldn’t turn him away. Perhaps you could even be bold enough to say you were friends.

That sense of learning something new about Thoma never really went away, for every day became filled with a new colour that only he could bring— whether it was walking, eating lunch, or studying, the tasks that were dull and lifeless suddenly became things to look forward to.

One of the first things you learned was that number one: Thoma always took his parents’ advice to heart.

Every morning you walked to where your respective paths to school intersected to be greeted by the sight of Thoma leaning against a telephone pole, rubbing the sleep from his eyes while he waited for you. When you had asked him why, he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and replied, “My dad told me it was the gentlemanly thing to do.”

And just like that, the dull commute to and from school was now coloured with a gentle shade of rosy-red. He told you stories and listened to yours, matching your pace as he walked on the outer edge of the sidewalk. (Another word of advice given by his parents, no doubt.)

You discovered another fact, one that revealed a soft yellow in its discovery: Thoma firmly believed in never allowing a friend to eat alone if he could help it.

Prior to hanging out with Thoma at the bakery, your lunchtimes had been mostly spent alone at the table in the furthest corner of the cafeteria. But now he had started the strange habit of sharing his meals with you; every lunchtime, he would whisk you off in order to have lunch up on the rooftop, complete with home-cooked food courtesy of Thoma. Yes, home-cooked.

He could cook practically anything under the sun if he just had the recipe— it didn’t matter whether it was Western or Eastern cuisine, or if it was some sort of complicated pastry, because Thoma would somehow manage to replicate the dish successfully. Of course, the amount of time it took him to master a dish varied greatly depending on its difficulty, but whatever he presented to you was always delicious. (Even if it was food that you normally despised with all your soul, which in itself was an uncanny ability. Just what sort of black magic did he put in his cooking?)

At first you had tried to pay him for the food, but he always refused— apparently it was leftover food from when he cooked his lunch, and it would be a waste if it didn’t get eaten. Not that you minded eating it, because Thoma’s cooking was divine.

Warm orange was the colour of your next revelation, a hue that mirrored the fading sunset that shone brilliantly through the open windows; Thoma was always, always ready to lend a hand.

He was one of the best students in his class, yet he never seemed to let it get to his head— Thoma was the type of person who didn’t care about where he was ranked academically and was always willing to lend his notes to others even if it cost him his ranking. Sometimes he stayed after class to tutor other students, though he always made sure to leave on time so that he could walk you home. Thoma was always a little too willing to volunteer for the jobs that nobody liked to do, which left you with no choice but to help him with them so that he wouldn’t be overburdened. (Well, you told yourself that you had no choice, anyway.)

But there was another unexpected development that accompanied the change; there was something different in your behaviour that made you nervous. It started out as an uncomfortable fluttering that started in your stomach and rushed through your bloodstream when Thoma did practically anything, and from there it only escalated further into weirder and weirder impulses. The first time he’d offered to feed you some of his food (with his personal chopsticks, no less), you’d nearly launched yourself off the rooftop in an attempt to calm yourself. And you normally didn’t have a hard time keeping a lid on your emotions.

(Alas, those shining puppy-dog eyes of his just also happened your mortal weakness, so you had no choice but to meekly open your mouth and allow him to feed you like a baby-bird. Really, it was unfair of him to have such an effective weapon in his artillery.)

There were too many signs for you to miss— the strange rush of adrenaline in your veins when you accidentally brushed against Thoma, the shortness of breath when he said your name, the unexpected fever that burned when you made eye-contact with him…

Nope, it was best not to think about it.

Of course, all of this had nothing to do with the fact that you were lying wide awake at three in the morning on a school night. You were certainly not thinking about it. At all.

(However, the search results on your phone screen said otherwise.)

“What am I even doing…?” With a groan, you threw your phone into a pillow and curled into a blanket-burrito of misery. The dim light of the screen glowed gently, as if to mock you with all the questions you wanted to ask.

SEARCH HISTORY:

[symptoms of arrythmia and fever around certain people]

[what does it mean if I get really nervous and flustered around someone]

[difference between platonic and romantic attraction]

[romantic feelings definition]

[how to tell if you have a crush on someone]

[i want to launch myself directly into the sun whenever this person approaches me what does it mean]

[how to directly launch yourself into the sun]

Alright, maybe the phone had a reason for mocking you, but still.

You buried yourself even further into your blankets and drowned out the existence of your embarrassing internet searches. Who’d have ever thought that you’d end up just like one of your clients, losing sleep over something as petty as this?

Suddenly Thoma came to mind, a mental image of him with his hands planted firmly on his hips as he scolded you. It’s not good to stay up late. Rest is important if you want to have a healthy life.

“You’re the reason I’m still awake, you absolute menace.” You said aloud, raising a threatening fist at the ceiling. The audacity of that stupidly pretty puppy-boy, for him to invade your personal headspace like that. Though it wasn’t technically his fault— if anything, you were the one lying awake and thinking of him.

And you didn’t want to be.

There was nothing wrong for people to have crushes; but for you to have one… it was something you wanted to avoid at all costs. No, it wasn’t just something you wanted to avoid— it was utterly impossible for you to feel this way. You weren’t the type of person who had the privilege to fall in love, which is why you locked those feelings away in the deepest part of yourself a long time ago, resolving to never acknowledge their existence again.

Burying your face into your pillow, you screamed. This was no time for you to deal with your unresolved angst! You needed to wake up early and go to school!! You could answer these questions tomorrow!!!

Perhaps it’d be a good idea to ask Thoma about it after school, a small part of your brain suggested.

Fat chance, said your common sense.

We get to see Thoma tomorrow! Another part of your brain cheered.

Sighing, you only pressed your face even further into the pillow. All of you, shut up and go to sleep.

(However, that didn’t stop you from delving even further for answers till the sun came up and having a near-meltdown over it, because according to the search results you were either madly in love or you were going to die in the next three weeks. Woe befalls those who blindly trust WebMD.)

“Thoma, what does falling in love feel like?”

The puppy-boy stumbled, just barely avoiding falling flat on his face. “E-eh…?”

The trees rustled in the wind, the rays of the setting sun painting the world in a watercolour wash of red, orange, yellow. For some odd reason, you couldn’t help but think that it reminded you of Thoma.

“What does it feel like to fall in love?” You repeated, a firm grip on the straps of your backpack (as if it could convince yourself that you had a grip on your emotions). “Or to have a crush… I don’t know, something like that I guess?”

“Wha- hey, your backpack looks pretty heavy! Why don’t you let me carry it for you?”

“You’re avoiding my question. And no, you can’t carry my bag.” Your eyes narrowed into a glare, lasering in on the overloaded backpack that he already carried. “I told you to stop trying to carry my things when you’re clearly overloaded. If you want to help me, then help me by answering the question.”

Thoma’s ears turned scarlet, his eyes remaining firmly fixed on the ground. “Well, you see… um- I really don’t know if I’m the right person to ask for this kind of stuff…”

The dead leaves under your feet crunched noisily as you walked, face conveniently turned away as you said, “…I’d feel awkward if I asked someone else.”

Or in other words, 'I don't have anyone else to ask.'

You didn’t mean that in a self-pitying manner, because it was only the truth; it would be awkward if you suddenly just walked up to one of your classmates and asked something like that out of the blue. Not to mention it would keep you up at night for years to come with the sheer embarassment— forget telling the waiter to enjoy his meal too, asking a near-stranger to help you with your love-life was a whole new level of wanting to wipe your memories.

Oh, and none of this has to do with the fact that Thoma is the only person you feel you could trust with a question like this. That small, annoying part of your brain hummed. No correlation at all. Totally.

“Ah, I guess you’re right.” He rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward smile, staring up at the sky as if lost in thought. “Well, if you’re asking me… I’d say it feels like you’re flying and falling at the same time, but at the same time you feel safer with that person than anywhere else in the world.”

“…Hah?”

“Okay, okay, wait— that sounded a little vague, so let me try and find a better way of putting it. I did tell you I wasn’t the best at this.” Thoma scrunched up his nose in concentration, cheeks slightly puffed out as the gears turned in his head. It took all of your willpower not to pet him the way you petted Taroumarou.

The wind picked up, sending dead leaves rustling down the street and tugging playfully at your hair— the way it whistled in your ears sounded familiar, almost as if it were humming a song that you had heard once upon a time.

At the same time, something in Thoma’s voice changed, a note that changed the entire composition into a tune that sounded even more tender and warm. “You’re nervous that they won’t like you and you’re afraid of showing the uglier parts of yourself to them, but you want to stay with them more than anything else— even if they end up seeing what you’re trying to hide.”

What you’re trying to hide, huh…

How did that apply to you, then? The feelings that you tried to stifle so badly, yet they bloomed within your chest all the same— was this what he was describing?

You didn’t even realise you had been staring till Thoma coughed, his cheeks flushed almost as red as his ears. “Well, this may sound a bit cliche… but I’ve also heard that part of falling in love is realising that they’ve become such a big part of your life that it’s almost impossible to live without them. I guess another way of putting it would be…” He pondered for a moment. “They become a home for your heart, without you even realising it?”

Your head swirled as you tried to comprehend the meaning of his words, but somehow all you could think of was memories of time spent with Thoma; the weekly trips to the bakery where all you did was to eat bread and laugh at Taroumarou begging for crumbs, sitting on the school rooftop and watching the clouds drift by. Trivial, everyday moments like listening to all of his stories and eating the food he cooked— they all felt familiar and comforting, just like…

Home.

The realisation sank in with an earth-shattering crash, and it was at this point you realised that you were absolutely done for. There was no saving you now, no way for you to turn back. Because somehow, somewhere down the line, Thoma had become a place of comfort for you, someone to whom you could show your true heart without fear of being misunderstood or judged.

You didn’t know when or how it had started, but now… now…..

Your heart ached wildly in your chest, beating as if it had finally been freed from all the restraints you had chained it down with.

"I see." You said quietly, eyeing a stray leaf that landed in your palm. "But if you really can’t live without that person, then…”

Then what? How would you be able to live if they left a gaping hole in your life when they were gone?

You had watched the rise and fall of many relationships, where both parties cried for a period of time and then moved on with their lives as necessary. But they had more experience than you in this area; what if he didn’t like you that way? What if you had been right the first time and he was toying with you? What if you confessed and ruined everything?

You were finally getting a taste of how the other people felt, but unlike them, you had nobody to turn to for advice other than Thoma. It was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time— you were finally experiencing what you had thought you could never achieve, and that thought scared you to no end.

“Then?” He prompted, an inquisitive look in his eyes that made you want to melt into a puddle and right into the nearest sewer drain.

“Then- then…” Your mind raced for something, anything to answer him with; you couldn’t exactly tell him what you had really been thinking. “How did you live your whole life before you met them? It doesn't really make sense."

Thoma laughed, a warm sound that rang like wind-chimes in the breeze. "Romance doesn't always have to make sense. I think that that's part of- y'know? The whole appeal?" He tugged on your arm, pulling you to walk on the side of the pavement away from the street. “Mind your step, now.”

Well, he did have a point— you admitted that much to yourself. But it still felt too far away from reality for you to grasp, the whole… idea of someone just finding so much happiness with another person, just like that. It was still difficult for you to even process that you currently had romantic feelings for someone.

(There, you said it. Just admitting it to yourself made you want to run away into the woods to never be found again.)

But to like- no, to love someone enough to discard all logic and rules of reality for them— maybe it was something that could happen to other people, but for someone to feel that towards you? Someone like Thoma?

...Highly improbable.

"I don't really understand, but sure." You scuffed a tiny pebble towards Thoma. "I can sort of get what you mean when it applies to other people, but trying to see it from a first-hand perspective is beyond my capabilities."

“I’m sure you’ll experience it sometime in the future,” He replied, kicking the pebble back towards you.

“You don’t have to comfort me, Thoma.”

Thoma stopped in his tracks with an unhappy look on his face, and your heart clenched— it was at times like this that he looked most like a puppy. All he needed were a pair of droopy ears and a tail.

But instead of giving a scolding like you had expected, Thoma simply pointed ahead and said, “Look.”

Turning to look at the road in front of you, you squinted your eyes and tried to look at what Thoma was seeing; it was just like any other road that you had travelled, completely empty except for a bunch of fluttering dead leaves.

“Wow, um. A road. Such an amazing stretch of concrete.”

Thoma sighed and drew a hand over his face, though it did very little to hide the smile growing behind it. "It's not just a road. This is where we first met."

Wait, what?

“Didn’t we meet outside of our classroom…?” Your brain went completely blank as you frantically tried to recall meeting anyone here in this area— no, surely you wouldn’t have forgotten someone like Thoma. There was no way, especially with that blindingly bright aura of his that was the delight of all dentists and the enemy of opticians everywhere.

(Then again, you couldn’t exactly account for how little you paid attention to your surroundings prior to befriending Thoma. He could’ve waltzed right up to you with a rose between his teeth and you wouldn’t even have noticed.)

“You might not remember because you were probably distracted, but this was where I saw you for the first time.” Thoma continued, his smile growing bigger as he recalled what was hopefully a pleasant first encounter. “After that day, I really wondered who you were and tried to find you. Who would’ve known that we had been in the same class this whole time?”

Your fingers twitched nervously— the soft look on Thoma’s face was dangerous, too dangerous for your heart. The sight sent unleashed a swarm of nervous little butterflies in your stomach, all of them fluttering with one burning question: just what about your first meeting made him smile so much?

All you could do was pray that it was a good memory that he was talking about.

Though you did not remember your first meeting with him, Thoma certainly did, for it was something he could never forget. It had been the first day of the new term, when he was still unfamiliar with the route going to and from school.

That day he had stopped by the side of the road to try and figure out where exactly he had gone off-course, peering at the directions his dad had written for him on a scrap of paper— if he was going to be honest, it would've been easier to decipher hieroglyphs on an ancient, crumbling relic than to read his dad's writing.

“Are you headed for the school near here?”

He then turned and saw a stranger, one who stood on the opposite side of the road and gazed up at the sky with a faraway look in your eyes; the uniform you wore had the same school colours as Thoma’s, so it was safe to assume that you were also a student at his ever-elusive school.

“Ah- yes, I am.” Thoma said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “But I think I may have gotten lost…”

“No, actually.” Your reply was blunt but polite, a sense of no-nonsense that gave the impression that you were used to dealing with situations like these. “Just turn left at the crossroads and head straight till you see it.”

Thoma’s gaze followed to where you were pointing, and suddenly he remembered the directions perfectly— yes, this had been the right way to go after all. He heaved a sigh of relief and said, “Thanks for helping me out... I think I remember the way now.”

“No problem.” You returned to as you were, gazing at the roof of tree-branches overhead.

As he walked away, Thoma had suddenly felt the strong urge to look back, though he didn’t know exactly why. Perhaps it was fate, or maybe it was his gut feeling telling him something; either way, he wasn’t one to ignore his instincts.

He glanced behind him and did a double-take, freezing in place like a pillar of salt.

A faint humming of a song filled the air, the tune familiar yet alien to his ears. For a split-second, Thoma’s entire world held its breath in anticipation and waited— he watched breathlessly as you reached up with one hand, admiring the way the sunlight filtered through the leaves. The faintest of smiles worked its way up your face, the sound of soft laughter sending his heart crashing and racing tumultously in a way it had never done before.

The sound of his heartbeat slowly grew louder, drowning out your song with a deafening pulse— Thoma’s world turned hot and cold at the same time, everything sent into chaos at the presence of a strange new feeling.

He hesitated, lingering on the edge of the sidewalk like a fool who had lost his tongue; part of him wanted to call out and ask for your name, but at the same time Thoma did not want to disrupt the beautiful scene before him. In a daze, he slowly stepped away and crossed the road, the sound of your laughter painting itself into his memory like a bright, colourful melody.

(Said laughter also inadvertently had sent him crashing into a nearby signpost not long afterwards, but he deliberately chose to forget this particular detail in order to preserve the memory. )

And so Thoma spent his first day of school with an ice-pack glued to his forehead and a strange fluttering in his stomach that didn’t seem to go away, no matter how hard he tried.

“Thoma. Hoy, earth to Thoma.” You waved a hand in front of his face, but Thoma remained unmoving. “What are you doing, having a flashback sequence?”

He snapped out of his daze and smiled apologetically, making you even more puzzled than before. “Sorry, got caught up in my thoughts there.”

“What were you even thinking about…?”

“Hehe, that’s a secret.” Thoma tilted his head with that almost-sly look in his eyes, sending your pulse into overdrive all over again; it did not help that his hair did its usual habit of flopping to the side and making it appear as if he had puppy ears. “Let’s hurry up and cross while there are no cars.”

“You’re stingy.” You scoffed and continued walking— it seemed that you wouldn’t get an answer from him today. You’d probably have to wrestle it out of Thoma at another time.

Well, at least you learned two more useful things today: Thoma actually remembered his first meeting with you, and that you were…. probably in deeper trouble than you had initially anticipated. How wonderful.

But all the same, it felt as if a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. The very fact that Thoma cared enough to remember where you first met (even if you didn’t remember, much to the pricking of your guilty conscience), to be able to get dragged around by him to places you’d never been…

This is enough for me, you assured yourself. To remain at this distance from Thoma, close enough to warm your hands without getting burnt— if you didn’t make a wrong move, you could remain happy forever.

Unbeknownst to you, Thoma smiled as he lifted your backpack by the handle. As long as he didn’t make a wrong move, you wouldn’t find out about him lifting the extra weight off of your shoulders. And if the burden was lighter, than perhaps…

He recalled the faint smile, the chime of your laughter that still echoed in his ears like wedding-bells, and promptly flushed red. Someday, he’d answer your question when he was ready.