#their vocals are literally the air that keeps me floating.

[binniesoob]

me the moment this song starts playing:

[westlinstar]

Breathwork….how hard could it be right? I mean I’ve been happily bumbling along breathing all my life, and never once have I forgotten how to do it….except maybe the first time Henry Cavill took off his shirt in The Witcher! 😉😍

Well….in humbled hindsight, I was today years old when I discovered I can’t actually breathe (properly!)

Armed with a tiny bit of nerves, a velvety blanket (that I realised too late was sporting the ‘clawed to pieces by the cat’ look), a pillow, cosy socks and a silk eye mask, I climbed the stairs to the yoga studio for the class. Everything was perfect: twinkly low lighting, a subtle scent of calming essential oils, mats already positioned like a clock face, each with bolster pillows at the head to give an added feel of security, and the warmest of welcomes from the instructor. This was lovely.

However, as I watched the others arrive, moving with such grace and serenity, confidently unpacking their bags and settling in, I don’t think I have ever felt more self conscious about just lying down!

And so we began…

….slowly at first, finding our own natural rhythm of breath. I began to relax. I’d totally got this! Of course there was every possibility that I would just doze off after my busy day at work, but I was sure no one would notice. Then the tempo of the music changed and we were guided into a pattern of circle breathing….ok…I was still keeping up, just maybe having to concentrate a little harder….then, like a single note played long and low, we were asked to ‘hold’ our inhale. It was interminable, stretching on forever. I panicked and gave in, releasing my breath in tiny, shameful bursts, only to find that we were required to ‘hold’ our exhale too 😧

Oh Lord, I thought, I am literally going to die!

We cycled through this routine 5 times in total.

I didn’t die.

With each repetition I tried a little harder, pulling as much air as I could right down into my belly, bathing the inside of my body with silky, sinuous oxygen, and while I was never able to ‘hold’ for the required length of time, I gave each my best shot. The second time, I felt something ‘pop’ and press down on my stomach. It was so real I thought it was someone’s hand. The third time everything tingled. The fourth time I was distracted by the very vocal breaths of the man beside me and the fifth time I’m pretty sure I distracted everyone else when my nose started making weird clicking noises!

And in between all the panic and the embarrassing nasal cacophony, random thoughts floated through my head. Jigsaw pieces of my life, all tumbling around, bumping into each other, desperately trying to find where they fitted. They were accompanied by my usual sense of shame and self loathing. God, I couldn’t even do breathing right! 🙄

But then something happened. A moment of clarity. An epiphany perhaps about something I have always battled with. Rejection. I wasn’t feeling rejected in this particular moment - quite the opposite in fact - but faced with glimpses of places, faces and memories from my past, another thought suddenly trail blazed its way across my mind. It was written in big black letters and pulled by a shiny red and white Cessna (what can I say - my imagination is incredibly detailed and vivid! lol!) it said:

“You are the Rejector!”

Offt!

As I watched it flap its way from right to left, I suddenly understood the truth of it. Over and over, on a constant loop of carelessness, I reject and abandon myself, and by doing so pave the way for outside influences to reject and abandon me too. What is the Law of Atrraction? What you manifest you attract??? Could my personal vibration be self rejection?

I was glad it was dark and people had their eyes covered. It meant they couldn’t see the tear that trickled down my face. It was a tear of heartfelt apology to myself. How crazy is it that we neglect ourselves so horribly? We have the ability to take care of everything and everyone else, and yet we can effortlessly ignore the lonely, scared and vulnerable child that lives inside us. That’s a heart squeeze and an ‘ouch’.

But did I come to this major understanding by happenchance? Or did the breathwork have an impact?

As we entered the relaxation period of the evening and the music switched again from shamanic tribal to something more soothing, I swear I could feel every note bounce off and echo throughout the seeming cavity of my body. I felt hollow….but clean. Scrubbed and polished and oh so shiny……like a beautiful oxygen washed shell filled with infinite space and reserved for endless possibility….

….who could believe that something as simple as a breath could hold so much power.

Try it! 🥰

[inkykeiji]

Okay but i totally get it, sigma is soooo not the type of anime men i tend to like but my god like there is something about him and the chaos he is surrounded in that would make him soooo fun to teaseeeeee!!

riGHT LIKE HE IS SO PATHETIC LMAO he makes me giggle so much waaah i loved him in this week’s episode, he is on the perpetual brink of a total nervous breakdown and it kills me (*/ω＼*) yes exactly!!!!!!!! he’d be so jumpy and stuttery but he just wouldn’t be able to control any of his primitive, instinctual responses; he can’t swallow his moans, sounds of pleasure constantly slipping past his parted lips, floating on uneven huffs of breath <3 he can’t quell his hips, twitching up into the air in irregular little thrusts as your fingers tiptoe across the seam of his thigh, not even touching his already half-hard cock <3 he can’t vocalize any of his thoughts or feelings, nothing more than fragments of words that keep shattering in his chest or his throat or on his tongue, smashed to shards by all those whines and mewls and whimpers he can’t silence <333

idk if u read my lil fyodor hairbrush spanking piece but i literally started writing reader fucking around with sigma at dinner (aka the reasoning for her punishment) because it’s just so fun to torture him <33

[augustnotes]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS:

: ☆ THE REMIX ☆

omg heyyyyy!!! fasha is back with another astro observation post and i apologise in advance cause this time its hella long but i hope yall will still enjoy¿?

DISCLAIMER: these are all observations made based on personal observations and experiences. none of this is factual so take it all with a grain of salt!!

CW: there's a short nsfw part (don't worry i mentioned where)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　play music　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

music for you to enjoy while you read <3

i. ASTROLOGY MEETS MBTI

pisces placements are rarely actually Ni users, instead they use Fi. Fi and Ni can be confusing and it makes sense since pisces placements are always confused between their intuition or feelings.

aquarius moons tend to be Fe dom/Fe aux.

gemini placements tend to have Ne.

virgo placements are the epitome of Te.

sagittarius/pisces moon are commonly isfp.

aries moon tend to be infp.

aries sun are commonly Fe users.

cancer (usually sun) men are always estp.

virgo placements (usually venus) are also common in estp.

the estp forum on reddit ive come across once discussed a common way for them to drop hints of liking someone is by doing little things for them that they would never do for others.

e.g. drive you home, open doors for you, wait for you to tie your shoes, collect stuffs you forgot to bring and etc.

story time: i remember a friend of mine who dated this guy that was clearly estp and we had to do a last minute birthday party planning for one of our friend, and he went back and forth just to get her anything she needed. a phone call i rmbr them having was:

her: hi where are you now?

him: im omw there, im actually entering the area now

her: oh ok nvm then

him: wait why what's up?

her: i wanted you to get us some ice at the usual place but you are already way passed the location so it's all good

him: oh no its chill i can go back and get it for you

they went back and forth to argue on whether he should or shouldnt and he insisted anyways so he went to buy what she needed like EVEN AFTER HE ARRIVED AT THE AREA.

AND AFTER THAT, when he arrived with the bag of ice she needed, she asked if he had his lighter with him and he said he didnt bring it this time so she said it's fine but he literally drove somewhere after that like IMMEDIATELY just to BUY her the lighter she needed.

i would agree with you if you tell me he was just head over heels for her (which he clearly was) but he does the same for his friends.

capricorns are always esfj.

it makes sense when you think about how the functions are Fe Si Ne Ti

esfj tend to have air sign as their north node/north node houses.

e.g. libra north node, leo north node in the 7th, gemini north node, taurus north node in the 11th and etc.

my speculation is that unhealthy esfj are common. despite being Fe dom, they can be very selfish by using the Fe dom for personal gain and against others. They are in service of others usually not because they care for the community, they need to function that way since their dominant function is people oriented.

the air north node/north node house is to help them healthily develop their Fe.

gemini sun scorpio moons are always strong Fe users.

e.g adriana lima, lucy hale, chris evans

earth placements ALWAYS have Si in their mbti functions.

they have very good use of storage memories. they can easily learn from mistakes because they all have a common mindset of "if it didn't work out before, it won't work out now. but if it did, keep doing it".

they always often think they use Fi instead of Si but the difference is why they are vocal about certain things. is it because it is from a strict personal belief system? or is it because it's unfamiliar and there had always been a specific ways to do things so you should just stick to it? if it's the latter, it's most likely Si.

also, Fi personal belief system is often formed based on their feelings through their own experiences despite the norm for their surroundings. on the other hand, Si is often formed out of memory of what your surrounding was like.

besides, earth placements really value tradition which is also a common trait in Si users.

ii. ASTROLOGY WALKS ALONE

air and fire moons are the most intuitive in comparison to water moons struggle to tell whether it's their feelings or intuition.

air because they can easily detach from their emotions so when they get an intuition, they can tell. also because they have the capability to rationalize their emotions too much but when it comes to their intuition, they just turn a blind eye because they cannot rationalise it.

fire moons because their impulsiveness is their intuition. when they act on things without overthinking it, it's usually their intuition pushing them to do so. however, when they overthink, they are more likely to think that is their intuition instead, when really it's just their clouded thinking.

capricorns live off comparison. whether that's through their achievements, friend group, career or etc.

because of this, they struggle to be happy for others since they cannot help but compare themselves to others which evokes jealousy.

the sign in your 5th house is usually the signs you consider as close friends whereas the sign in your 11th house are often the signs you have quite surface level friendship with whether that's one on one or a group.

this is because 5th house is leo and leo centers around personal love (attachment). on the other hand, 11th house is aquarius and it centers around community love (detachment).

NSFW:

men with cancer placements (usually mars/sun) ALWAYS have daddy kink.

— end of NSFW—

PERSONAL OPINION: libra moons SHOULD BE PROTECTED AT ALL COST. they do nothing but be concern over justice and equality over people but they really need to learn to stand up for themselves more.

the sexual tension between libra moon and romcom.

the sexual tension between aquarius and being a taylor swift stan.

i saw an observation once about this but IT'S TRUE. your chiron house is how you hurt others.

it's also true that your saturn house is also the karma others get after you both argue/end in bad terms with. however, the karma goes to whoever initiates the conflict.

7th house synastry can create an extremely codependent relationship.

moon conjunct 6th house synastry is the most underrated synastry in my opinion because the moon encourages & motivates 6th house person to really get through their daily routine/task.

virgo placements are mainly the ones occupying simp nation.

leo sun cancer moon combo always do quite well in the music industry.

e.g mingi from ateez, nessa barrett, dua lipa, chrissy constanza

having pisces in the 6th house means romanticising your life to cope with it on a daily basis.

i mentioned this before but it also means being so health crazy/paranoid but also feeling completely immune/invincible to any form of drug/alcohol.

natives with 6th house in pisces often have a really concerning and unhealthy relationship with caffeine cause their caffeine consumption is off the fucking roof, they're just fueled by coffee.

taurus have a much bigger ego in comparison to leo. this is more obvious when you compare leo moon vs taurus moon.

it's because taurus are extremely stubborn in comparison to leo. leo have the tendency to alter themselves for people they love just to get them to stay whereas taurus always believe people should learn to accommodate and tolerate to how they are and if not, they can simply leave.

—that's all from me!! i hope you enjoyed reading and feel free to share your inputs!! also, happy spooky szn!!!

[fckinsupreme]

it happened one summer - xavier plympton x fem reader

Description: Xavier tries to charm a fellow counselor, but she isn’t falling for it. She wants something serious, and believes that Xavier is after one thing. Can he convince her that he wants more than just a hook-up? 

Word count: 6k 

Warnings: Female reader, AU, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, nipple play, handjob, basically the second half of this is nothing but filth. 

A/N: Anonymous requested--Xavier trying to flirt with the new girl who goes to Redwood with his gang. She's a virgin but not stupid. She wants a serious relationship with someone more than just sex. And if this blondie only wants a regular hook up, well she's not the one. So Xavier will tried to convice her that he really wants something more with her. He thinks he's hot, but not because of her body. (Well, a little) But when he sees her zero fuck attitute he feels in love even more.

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“Checkmate!”

You groan in defeat as Xavier Plympton claims one of your checkers, eyeing him in wide-eyed desperation. “Do I have to?”

“You know the rules, babe,” he says, gesturing toward your shirt. “Strip checkers denotes losing an article of clothing with every loss of a piece, so pay up!”

You sigh, annoyed with your own carelessness as you unbutton your blouse. A breeze passes through the ajar cabin door, the summer night air hitting your bare skin as your shirt falls to the floor. Your nipples harden inside of your bra, but luckily, the padding keeps it mostly concealed. “I thought checkmate was a chess thing, by the way?”

“Hm, don’t know,” Xavier says, licking his lips as he ogles your shirtless form. “Your turn.”

Your eyes scan the board, trying to decide a good move. The answer stares you in the face for the longest time, and you move one of your red checkers over one of his black ones when you see it. You claim the piece, eyeing his shirt with a satisfied grin. “Your turn.”

“Goddammit,” Xavier says with a chuckle, tugging his teal shirt over his head and throwing it aside.

Your cheeks heat in a hot blush at the sight of his bare torso. You knew he was fit and had a good body, but you didn’t quite realize just how built he had been. Muscles rippled beneath his skin, a slight outline of abs present on his stomach, his chest perfectly defined. Xavier has apparently noticed the color in your cheeks as you stare, a grin forming over his full lips. He laughs and flexes his biceps for you, which finally tears your gaze away with a darker flush. 

“Like what you see, babe?” Xavier asks smugly. 

“I--” you begin, cutting yourself off with a shake of your head as you watch him make a move. Luckily, he doesn’t claim any of your pieces. “Why do you flirt with me so much? It’s all you’ve done since we got here at camp.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Xavier asks with an amused grin. 

“Not really, no,” you say, making an unsuccessful move. “Enlighten me.”

“It’s because you’re beautiful,” Xavier says, surveying the board and moving his piece. “Seriously, Y/N. You’re stunning, and I don’t think you even realize it. I think you’re totally oblivious to the fact that you’re a fucking knockout, and that makes you even more beautiful.”

“What a line,” you say with a slight eye roll as you move a piece past his. He removes his shorts, and you’re unable to get a good look before he sits down. “Do you say that to all the girls you wanna get in bed with?”

“No,” he says, his tongue poking out as he claims another of your checkers. “Aha!”

You whine, slipping out of your skirt with reluctance. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed, and you aren’t too fond of that feeling. You try to cover your still-covered breasts with one arm, but to no avail. Xavier is trying so hard not to gawk, but he’s unable to help himself. For some odd reason, his staring fills you with a certain degree of rage. He certainly didn’t get angry when you were checking him out, so why be so harsh? You had a hunch as to why, but you weren’t going to vocalize it yet; mostly because it scared you to even entertain. 

“I need to get back to my cabin,” you say, rising to your feet. “This was a mistake.”

“Woah, what?” Xavier asks in surprise, brows knitted as he watches you gather your discarded clothes. “Babe--”

“Please stop calling me that,” you beg as you get dressed. “And please stop flirting with me.”

“But--” he begins, cut off as you walk out of the cabin and into the night.

******

The next morning, Xavier was at it again.

Not only did he flirt with you first thing, but he was also hitting on Montana, Brooke, and anyone else within range. Apparently it hadn’t been the first time; you’d overheard Montana telling Ray that Xavier was getting more flirtatious with her since their arrival. You felt betrayed, deceived, utterly foolish for believing that a man as beautiful as Xavier Plympton would ever want you. Your heart stung, but you made a promise to yourself not to fall for it again. It was one you intended to keep, no matter how difficult he made it. 

You ate breakfast alone, in silence. Your lone wolf status didn’t last long, however, as Xavier took a seat next to you. You scoot away, but he follows, oblivious to your anger and disappointment. Since moving isn’t working, you choose to ignore him. You eat quietly, not acknowledging his presence until he starts flirting with you once more. This time, his topic had been how the filtering of the sunlight in the cafeteria made you look angelic, and how he would love to show you Heaven sometime. 

“Stop,” you say sternly. “Just stop it, Xavier.”

“What’s wrong?” Xavier asks. 

“You’re what’s fucking wrong,” you say. “I know you’re flirting with literally every single counselor here. I fucking know I’m not the only one.”

“Y/N--” he begins, but you stop him. 

“No, fucking listen to me for once,” you say after taking a bite of bacon, and he falls silent. “I thought I was the only one. I was gonna give you a chance, but after all of that? No thanks; I’ll pass.” 

“I--” he starts, and you cut him off again.

“I’m not done,” you say angrily. “I want something serious. I want a relationship, not something where I have to contend with a man who flirts around and can’t decide who he wants. I want commitment, love, joy. Clearly, none of that is what you can give.”

“I don’t understand why that’s such a big deal,” Xavier says softly. “I--”

“You wanna know?” you ask, your voice raised a little. You lower it as a few counselors turn in your direction, not wanting to attract too much attention. “It’s a huge fucking deal to me, because I’m a virgin. Okay?”

His eyes widen at that admission, and he gapes before finding his voice. “You...what? Really?”

“Really,” you confirm. “I want my first time to be with someone special, so I haven’t experienced it yet. Wanna know why? Because all men I’ve considered always ended up being like you.”

Xavier hangs his head in shame, and when he looks at you again, his expression is remorseful. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know; I feel like such a jerk.”

“That’s because you are one,” you say, tossing your napkin onto the tray of your half-eaten meal. “So, if your objective has been trying to get in my pants, then you’re wasting your time. I’m not giving my virginity to you.”

“I do want only you,” he says, and you laugh humorlessly. “Seriously! I only flirted with the others because I thought you didn’t like me.”

“I did like you, until you threw yourself at every piece of ass here,” you spit, getting up from the table. “I’m going to shoot some arrows at the archery station. Please don’t bother following me.”

He didn’t. 

********

The next few days were quite eventful on the Xavier front. Every time you turned around, it seemed Xavier was right there with another lame tall tale. He was sorry, he would do better, he would stop flirting with others, he would spend more time with you and less with them. You rebuffed him each time, not wanting to hear another word of it. 

But then he actually did stop flirting around, and he was there to lend a sincere helping hand when you needed it. In your mind, you interpreted all of these sudden changes as him wanting to be your first. After all, most men had a secret obsession with virginal women—or not so secret, in some cases. Xavier was a playboy, there was no doubt about that. So, who’s to say that he didn’t possess the same sick need to be the one taking your virginity? You were nothing but a bragging right to him, and your anxiety & temper about it finally boiled over as the two of you swam in the lake. 

“You truly are a pretty girl,” Xavier says as you surface from a dive. “Even when doing the smallest things.”

“Can you not do this?” you beg. “Please. I came out here to cool off, not listen to more of your bullshit.”

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, a wide grin on his lips. “Sorry. I just feel bad for what happened, and I wanted to show you how sorry I really am.” 

“Just don’t flirt with me,” you say. “That’s all you need to do, if you really wanna prove it to me.”

He nods with a sigh, and you float on your back. The sky is a clear, cloudless blue, so mesmerizing and also a bit terrifying. How easy it was to get lost in such an abyss and how simple it was to associate that color blue with Xavier’s eyes...Those beautiful baby blues that seemed so endless, like a vast ocean or sky that would take and take and take--

You stop yourself, taking a deep breath and plunging below the water. You allow it to carry you, swaying you gently to and fro, not sure what doing so will accomplish. Perhaps you wanted to drown the thoughts of him away, or maybe it was as simple as wanting to hide. The anger flashes through your mind again, that comment he’d made minutes earlier churning through your insides. You go up, gulping air into your lungs and pushing some hair from your eyes as you glare daggers at him. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks curiously. “What have I done now?”

“What you always do,” you say, swimming away from him. “You do realize these half-assed attempts won’t work, right? I know what your angle is.”

“And what is it?” Xavier asks irritably. “Please tell me what you think is going on in MY head.”

“You only want to try and ‘prove’ yourself so I change my mind and let you fuck me,” you spat. “It’s not working, Xavier.”

“Y/N,” Xavier says in frustration. “That’s not why! You aren’t some meaningless piece of ass to me. I know your stance; if I was gonna use you, I would have given up already. It was clear that you wouldn’t change your mind, so it wouldn’t have been worth it to keep trying.”

“I call bullshit,” you say, climbing out of the lake and shaking water from your ears. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe it.” 

You look back at him as you grab your towel. He’s quiet, but the expression on his face was akin to a man in love. The glint in his eyes, the awestruck look, the dopey grin. You can’t stop the laugh that rips from your chest at the sight, but as you walk away, your heart pangs at the thought of what it may mean.

This wasn’t going to be easy, was it? 

***********

A couple days after the lake incident, the counselors gathered at the dock to enjoy a barbecue and some sunbathing. That is, all the counselors except you; you took up the offer to clean Margaret’s cabin. Anything that kept you away from Xavier was exactly what you needed. It wasn’t that he was bothering you; you were past that point now. In fact, you actually wanted to see him more, after seeing the lovestruck expression on his face days earlier. But you told yourself you wouldn’t get attached or fall for him any harder; it would only end in a heartbreak that you possibly couldn’t recover from.

You begin dusting Margaret’s mantel when you hear Xavier at the front door. “Y/N?”

Your blood runs cold, and you swallow hard past the lump in your throat. “Yeah?” you manage, poking your head into the front room.

“I had to come and see you,” Xavier says, wringing his hands anxiously. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but all I’m asking is that you hear me out. Okay?”

You sigh, sitting behind her desk as you dust your hands off. “You can try, but no promises that I’ll believe you.”

He nods in understanding, taking a deep breath. “Listen, I know you think that I’m only after you for sex. I know you think I’m lying when I say that isn’t true, but I honestly don’t want you just for that reason. I truly think that you’re beautiful and that you’re the best girl I’ve ever met. You’re all I’ve thought about from the moment we met, and as much as I wish you would get out of my head, it won’t happen. I don’t care that you’re a virgin; I like you for you. I flirted with the others, because I didn’t wanna fall deeply for you. I know you’d never go for a guy like me. Why would you? A goddess like you is way out of my league, anyway.”

“Xavier--” you begin, but he cuts you off. 

“I’m not done,” he says, taking another deep breath. “I know I screwed up by being too flirty, but I’m determined to make it up to you. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I’m telling the truth. I really am sorry, and knowing that I hurt you causes me pain, too. I just...I’m an idiot and I really screwed up. I didn’t know what a good thing I was losing. It’s just something I’m always going to have to live with, and I hope you can forgive me someday.” 

You’re silent, staring at him in astonishment. Xavier, apparently taking this as the worst possible sign, turns to leave. Before he can, though, you rest a hand on his arm to stop him. The realization that he’s telling the truth hits you full force, and you can’t just let him walk away. The efforts he took to find you and come clean, to pour his heart out...If he truly was after sex, it wouldn’t have occured to him to do any of it. He would have kept persisting, but this? It wasn’t the standard, run-of-the-mill player nonsense. It was genuine. 

“Wait,” you whisper, eyes flicking to meet his. “Please don’t go.”

“But--” he begins.

Before he can formulate a complete response, your lips press to his in a soft, chaste kiss. It’s quicker than you intended, but you hope he received the message loud & clear. He melts against your lips, the hint of a smile on his own as you draw back. The faintness of his grin fades quickly, replaced by a frown as he shakes his head. You can still feel the soft plumpness of his lips on yours, an electric tingle charging through them and settling between your legs. You look at him in confusion as he stares at the ground, wondering what’s going through his mind. Finally, he speaks it. 

“Don’t kiss me unless you mean it,” he begs. “Please, Y/N.” 

“I do mean it,” you assure him, brushing your fingers through the hair on the side of his head. “I really do. I know you’re being honest, Xavier. It took a lot of effort and I know you wouldn’t have bothered if you didn’t mean it. It’s too much to put yourself through for a single day of sex, and you know my stance. But you didn’t give up, and that’s how I know you mean it.”

The grin that forms on Xavier’s face threatens to split it in half. His hands land on your waist, coaxing you toward him until your chest is flush to his. He brushes hair from either side of your face with both of his hands, cupping your jaw and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. He slowly comes in for another kiss, his warm, inviting lips finding yours once more. Your eyes slip closed, and an overwhelming urge to deepen the kiss washes over you. Your tongue trails over his lips after a moment, and you can feel him withdrawing. You whine in protest, but he shakes his head in response.

“Do you really want this?” Xavier asks, nervously chewing on his lower lip. “If you aren’t ready, then we don’t have to. Please don’t feel pressured, okay?”

“I do want it,” you say. “I really do. I wouldn’t be engaging you if I didn’t. I want it, Xavier; I want you.”

“I won’t let you down or break your heart,” Xavier promises. “You have my word on that.”

“I know,” you say, closing the space between you and sealing your lips to his again. 

The kiss immediately deepens, with Xavier’s tongue swiping past yours as he grips the back of your neck. His lips taste of peppermint and a faint hint of citrus, and the combination is dizzying. It makes you crave more of him, and you lick the roof of his mouth as he shivers slightly. He backs you up, drawing away long enough to lead you to Margaret’s bed. He places you on the mattress, lips connecting to yours again. Your hands explore his back and torso, wanting to take in every single inch that’s accessible to you.

“Mmm,” he hums, mouth trailing over your jaw and down your neck. “Is it okay if I start taking your clothes off?”

“Yes,” you say, nuzzling against his scalp. “Go ahead.”

“You’re sure?” Xavier asks, and you chuckle as you give him a playful swat. “Ow!”

“It’s really fine,” you say. “If something is wrong, I’ll tell you. I swear.”

He tugs you up, lifting your shirt over your head and discarding it. He studies you, the way your chest heaves, the way you’re already reaching for him in anticipation, and he kisses you with such passion that it sends electricity throughout your body. You grab his shirt next, and as soon as you fist it, he stops the kiss to remove it. You take in every line of muscle with your fingers, relishing in the way he shudders beneath your touch. His lips attach to your neck again, leaving featherlight kisses all over your skin. You moan loudly as he kisses the area between your neck & shoulder, which prompts him to press his mouth even harder against that same spot.

“Shit, that feels so good,” you gasp, and you can feel him grinning against your neck. 

“You’ll be surprised what feels good, babe,” he breathes, dragging his teeth along your neck and under your jaw. “I’ll show you.”

“Please,” you beg, grabbing his belt and unfastening it clumsily. “I want you to show me everything.”

“I will,” he promises. “I’ll be slow and gentle.”

“I trust you,” you say, gripping his hair as he kisses your collarbones. “Wholeheartedly.”

“What a pleasant turn of events,” Xavier jokes, winking as he coaxes your hips upward. “Lift yourself up, baby.”

You do as you’re told, allowing Xavier to remove your shorts. Xavier kisses you again as he throws them aside, his tongue pressing to yours as he runs a hand from your side to your hip. Your fingers fumble with his zipper, and after what seems to take forever, you get his pants unbuttoned. You shove them down as far as you can manage, and he kicks them to the floor. The two of you make out a little, with your bra & panties coming off along the way. When you remove his boxers, you both sit back to admire each other’s exposed bodies. Xavier’s cock is far bigger than you imagined, and you chew your lip anxiously as you wonder how much it’s going to hurt. Xavier, seemingly picking up on your anxiety, gives you a gentle, reassuring kiss.

“I’ll be cautious and I’ll make sure you’re ready,” he assures. “Can I just say, though...Your body is fucking perfect, Y/N. Perfect tits, perfect pussy, perfect everything.”

You blush a little, and Xavier begins kissing over your breasts. He explores every inch, pulling your nipple between his teeth. He’s very careful, but the sensation is one you’ve never felt before. It’s so good that your eyes flutter closed, a soft mewl falling from your lips as he starts sucking. Your noises grow in volume, your cunt throbbing as fresh arousal pools between your legs. His hand caresses your thigh, a violent shiver rolling down your spine as he touches a particularly sensitive area. He alternates, switching to the opposite nipple and giving it the same treatment as the other. You tug his hair, arching a little against the new, unfamiliar sensations coursing through your body. 

“Xavier,” you mewl, eyes closed as he starts massaging your tits. He presses them together, burying his face in your chest and inhaling your scent. You giggle as he leaves small hickeys between them, the light marks soon darkening as his tongue runs over one nipple again. “It feels so nice.”

“I know something that’s gonna feel even better,” Xavier says, kissing down your stomach. 

“What is it?” you question, sitting up on your elbows to get a good look at him.

“Eating your pussy,” he says, pulling you down a little as he settles between your legs. “You know what that is, don’t you?”

“Duh,” you say with a chuckle, biting back a moan as he kisses the top of your mound. “I’m not totally clueless, but I want you to do it. I want it so fucking much.”

“And you’ll get it,” he tells you, opening your legs a little further to observe your soaked cunt.

You take in the sight, just drinking it up. His pretty blue eyes fixated on your face as he presses the most delicate kisses to your inner thighs. The way his breath fans over your skin. The way his hair tickles your thighs, his earring catching the light as his strong arms grip your legs. It’s an image you never want to lose, and one you wanted burned into your mind forever. If he would ever leave you, God forbid...you wanted to memorize every last detail.

“Are you ready?” Xavier asks, running his tongue slowly along your groin.

“I’ve been ready,” you breathe, whining as he licks the opposite side. “Please, do it.”

Xavier gently opens your legs a bit further, two of his fingers parting your inner lips before running his tongue through them. The sensation that his wet, silky tongue leaves behind is nothing short of incredible, and it’s much better than you ever imagined. He hums as your taste floods his mouth, his eyes slipping closed as he relishes in it. You shiver as his tongue flicks your clit, the touch so soft and light that you almost couldn’t register it. His arms remain around your thighs, his large hands gripping the areas above your knees. As his lips brush over each side of your pussy, his thumbs caress the hollows of your knees as a bit of reassurance, calming your nerves even more.

“How are you doing?” Xavier asks, sucking your left lip. “Good?”

“Very good,” you confirm, playing with the little stray piece of hair on his forehead. “I love it so much. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t unless you tell me to,” Xavier says, massaging the same area with his tongue as his fingers trail through your slick, messy cunt. “Do you mind if I finger you?”

“No, go ahead,” you say, crying out in pleasure as his finger slowly pushes inside, stopping only when he’s in to the last knuckle. “Xavier...That...It’s amazing.”

“I know, baby,” he coos, working his finger against your sweet spot as he laps ast your clit. “I know.”

You arch instinctively as he curls his finger, and the mixed sensations of that & his tongue send jolts up your spine. His eyes never leave your face, wanting to see your reactions and how your body moves in response, and it occurs to you that he’s doing as you had moments ago. He wants to keep this memory, in case he cannot have it again after today. But you already know that he didn’t need to worry, just as you, unknowingly, didn’t need to worry about it, either. 

“Can I add another finger?” Xavier asks gently, kissing along your outer labia. “Or would that be too much?”

“Try it,” you say. “If it’s too much, I’ll tell you.”

He nods, carefully adding a second finger. It doesn’t hurt, but you feel fuller than before. It isn’t too unpleasant, but it does feel a little odd at first. Every time you touched yourself in the past, it was more clitoral stimulation than fingering, so it was a little weird with someone else doing it for you. Besides, his fingers were longer and thicker than yours, which only added to the foreign sensation they left. You clench instinctively, and he groans lowly against your clit in response.

“You’re so beautiful,” Xavier rasps, his free hand snaking up your side and landing on one of your breasts. “The most beautiful girl in the world.”

You’re so lost in pleasure that you don’t even roll your eyes at his comment, instead feeling a familiar tightness in your lower belly. The way he’s sucking on your clit, pumping his fingers, and playing with your breast are enough to tip you, but you aren’t ready to fall yet. You want to prolong it as much as possible, to savor it. Who knows how long it would be until you could have it again, especially with Margaret and her bullshit “no sex” rules. Knowing Xavier, however, he would find a way.

But would he find a way with you again?

You shake those thoughts from your head, bringing yourself back to present. Xavier’s fingers rub against your G-spot, just as his lips envelop your clit again. He shakes his head rapidly back & forth, applying more pressure with his mouth. He swipes his thumb over your hard nipple, pinching in time with his tongue. You don’t have time to warn him that you’re cumming, your orgasm washing over you and casting you into a pleasurable abyss. You gush all over his fingers, his name spilling from your lips as you close your eyes while the high takes you. You’d given yourself many orgasms over the years, but this was much better by far. There was just something about having someone do it for you that was intoxicating, and you crave more already. You were so sensitive, however, that just the feeling of him dragging his nose through your folds brings pain. 

Xavier pulls his fingers out, drawing his head away as you shove it. “Are you okay, babe?” 

“I’m amazing,” you breathe. “Just a little sensitive, that’s all.”

“Not bad for your first time, huh?” Xavier asks as he slowly climbs up your body.

“Not at all,” you breathe, tugging him down for a hot kiss. You can taste your pussy on his mouth, his lips still slick with your juices before you lick it away. “You’re fucking good at that.”

“You’re just saying that because you have nothing to compare it to,” Xavier teases, his lashes fluttering as you close your hand around his erection. “Oh fuck, baby…”

His cock feels heavy in your hand, and pleasantly warm as you glide your hand up and down. It takes you a second to get a proper rhythm, and Xavier is happy to help you. He places his hand on yours, guiding you, showing you how it’s done. You take in every ridge, every bit of skin, every motion, getting used to how he feels before he fucks you. You’re a little nervous, but at the same time, you can’t wait. You trust Xavier, you know he’s going to be careful, but there’s still part of you that’s scared.

“Fuck,” Xavier hisses, peering at you with a soft smile. “Are you ready?”

You nod, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly to try and calm your nerves. “I am. Just...go slow, okay?”

“I promise I will,” Xavier says, rubbing his cock through your folds to help you adjust to the feel. “On three.”

You count down, and Xavier begins pushing inside. A burning, tearing pain sears through your core, and you wince as you squeeze your eyes shut. The pressure is intense, unpleasant, and you worry that you won’t be able to do this after all. Xavier stops immediately, not going any further yet. You wonder if there’s blood and how much, but the thought is so scary that you push it away quickly. This was supposed to be fun and enjoyable, not something to fear. However, the pain is so great that it takes you away from any other thought. It makes focusing on pleasure a little difficult, but you trust Xavier and the process. 

“Does it hurt too much, baby?” Xavier questions, kissing over your neck in a soothing manner. “Should I stop?”

“No, I’m okay,” you assure him. “It hurts, but I don’t want you to stop.”

He nods, kissing you tenderly before continuing to slowly push inside of you. It’s still painful, so he stops occasionally to give you more time to adjust. But soon, the uncomfortable pressure begins to dissipate, and you can feel every little bit of him. He’s probably in halfway now--or a little over that, but it’s all you can take. He’s massive, and you can’t accommodate all of him right now, but that’s fine with you. What you’re already feeling is nothing short of incredible, and is far from what you imagined in the best way possible. Pain was temporary; your focus was on the present, and it was perfect now. 

“How are you feeling?” Xavier asks as he gazes into your eyes. “Is it still really painful?”

“No, I’m better now,” you say, kissing him hotly before clenching around him. It feels so strange, but it’s a good strange. “Please go deeper; I think I can take it.”

Xavier inches in a bit deeper, getting a little more progress before you stop him. Tears prickle at your eyes as fresh pain rips through your core, and Xavier shakes his head. “That’s enough for now, babe. I’m in far enough, don’t worry.”

You open your mouth to tell him that you’re fine, but he gives that first slow, shallow thrust and you soon forget. A moan slips from your lips, and you cling to him as he sets a careful pace. He keeps the slow rhythm, not daring to speed up in fear of hurting you. He looks into your eyes, not wavering his gaze as his muscular arms flex with every move he makes. One of your hands grips his back, the other holding the base of his neck to pull him down for a kiss. The pain is slowly melting away, replaced by the most overwhelming ecstasy you’ve ever felt. 

“Fuck, I can’t get over how good you feel,” Xavier breathes, pressing tender kisses to your cheeks and jawline. “You’re so tight, so wet.”

“I guess the tightness was to be expected,” you tease, forehead against his as he comes up for another kiss. 

“It was,” he says against your lips, smiling as he begins breathing heavily. He’s still set at a slow, romantic pace, but you’re in no hurry to make him go faster. “Baby…”

“Xavier,” you whine, his lips attaching to your upper chest as he hums lowly. 

“You’re doing so well,” he praises. “You’re taking my cock so well, babe. I knew you could; I think you were really meant for me.”

“Strangely, I do, too,” you say, head falling back with a moan as he hits directly into the spot that makes you see stars. “Shit, do that again.”

Xavier thrusts against that spot once more, and you dig into his back momentarily. He moans softly at the feeling of your nails in his skin, hooking your legs over his waist to hit at a deeper angle. Another burning sensation tears through you, but it isn’t as bad or long-lasting as the first had been. He brings your lips to his in a heated, passionate kiss, conveying all emotion into it. If it hadn’t already been clear how he felt for you, that one kiss would have sealed the deal.

Xavier Plympton was going to be the death of you, wasn’t he?”

“I love how well you’re handling this,” Xavier says. “You’re so fucking good, babe. I’m gonna take even better care of you, okay? I promise.”

You smile, but it’s soon wiped from your face as you turn toward the front door. No one is there, but the fact that Margaret could return at any minute made your blood run cold. You pull Xavier’s face toward yours with a worried expression, but he doesn’t seem to notice your concern.

“Xav, what if Margaret comes back?” you ask anxiously. “We’ve been here for awhile.”

“She won’t,” Xavier assures. “It’s gonna be okay. I overheard her saying that she was going to town for supplies and would be gone all day. She left Trevor and Bertie in charge.”

“I’d be surprised if the camp is still standing when she gets back,” you joke, gripping his back a little tighter as his lips find your nipple. “Mmm…”

Xavier reaches down, rubbing your clit as your body tenses. He takes it as a painful reaction, slowly removing his hand before you grab his wrist to stop him. You shake your head, placing his hand back on your clit and holding it there as he grins. He presses his forehead to yours, gazing into your eyes as you both moan hotly. You nuzzle against him as his thrusts gain speed, and all initial discomfort is soon forgotten. Your head tips back, eyes shut for a moment before they snap open when he growls lowly. 

“Fuck,” he hisses. “I never want this to end.”

“I don’t, either,” you admit. “Even if Margaret does walk in, I don’t want you to stop.”

“She won’t,” Xavier says. “Even if she did, what is she gonna do? Make us clean the whole camp? It would be so worth it!” 

“Please keep doing that,” you beg, pushing against his hand for emphasis. “I’m getting really close.”

“Me too, baby,” Xavier whispers, one hand still working aa he uses the other for balance. “You’re sure it’s okay to cum inside of you?”

“Yes,” you say. “As long as it’s okay with you.”

“You first,” Xavier says, rubbing your clit in harder, faster circles. “Come on, baby. I know you want to.”

You almost roll your eyes, but you’re too lost in your pleasure to care about his comment. One more sharp thrust and a couple more swipes to your clit send the coil loose, tipping you over the edge into bliss. You cum the hardest you ever have before--including earlier--scratching down his back hard enough to draw a little blood. You cry out his name, your orgasm washing over you in a long wave. It feels like you’re drowning, your head spinning, your breath stolen, his sweaty body still pressed to yours.

Xavier cums after, and a new warmth soon spreads inside of you. You can barely register it, but it feels amazing nonetheless as he gently bites your neck. His cock twitches as he finishes, pulling out to collapse next to you. Some of his seed drips from your pussy, gathering onto the bed below. You’re both panting, lying there as you try to collect yourselves. The smell of sex and crisp summer air billow around the room, but neither of you are bothered. You’re too absorbed in the afterglow to care.

After a few moments of silence, Xavier scoops you in his arms. He hugs your sticky, slightly shaky body to his, lips pressing to the top of your head. “I don’t wanna let you go, Y/N.”

“Who says you have to?” you ask, looking up at him with a smile. “You don’t have to, you know.”

“Good,” Xavier says, running a finger down your cheek. “Because I really don’t want to.”

“Thank you so much for making my first time so special,” you say as you kiss his cheek. “I’m really glad that this happened, Xavier. I mean it, and I’m sorry I was so cold before. You were such a gentleman, and I’m sorry I ever doubted that.”

“It’s okay,” Xavier says. “It’ll get better after the first time. It’s never the most pleasant, but it’s smooth sailing after that. So I’ve heard.”

“I thought it went well enough,” you say as you gaze up at him. “But I can’t wait to do it again.”

“We have all summer, babe,” Xavier says joyously. “Beyond that, too!”

You chuckle, rolling him onto his back as you kiss him hungrily. For the first time since arriving at Camp Redwood, you found yourself excited for the remainder of the summer. While the two of you had sex again--this time far more satisfactory than last--you couldn’t help but feel happy for everything ahead. 

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Could you maybe do some "after sex" headcanons for Bakugou and Kirishima? I love your writing! 💖

Of course, my love! I’d like to apologize that this is so late. I’m really bad at keeping up with requests, i know, but i hope you enjoy :)

Warning: Slightly suggestive?

Eijirou Kirishima

Kirishima cares a lot about his partner’s wellbeing, so he thinks aftercare is extremely important.

Aftercare is also something really romantic to him, its something where people can and should show their partner how good they were for them, sweetly talking to them, softly caressing their body and just doing all these sweet little things to take care of them.

People who don’t do aftercare are not manly in his eyes.

So with that sai, Kirishima is the G O D of aftercare.

After having reached his high, he’ll probably have to recover a bit for a minute. Basking in the afterglow, holding his partner close in his arms while leaving butterfly kisses all over their skin and running his finger down their back.

He’ll lock his lips with them, giving them a long and loving kiss before getting up from the bed to grab a fresh pair of boxers and tug them over his body and immediately moving the the bathroom.

Here he’ll grab a handtowel and make it warm, not too warm but definitely comforting type of warm. He’ll soak it in the water for a bit while grabbing a glass from the kitchen with fresh water.

You bet your ass that this man slipped in some ice cubes because he will treat you like the absolute god that you are in his eyes.

Was he a bit rough, were you really tired or was it a special occasion? Heck, he’d do it sometimes without reason anyway, but he’ll run a bath.

Scented bath salts, bath oils, bubbles, candle light, soft jazz in the background you name it he’ll take out EVERYTHING there is.

Once he’s got everything he needs, he’ll come back the bedroom while setting the glass of water on the nightstand and kneel down. He’ll run his fingers through your hair while looking at your dazed face oh so lovingly because you were his to hold and his to love and oh god he was gonna marry the shit out of you.

“You are so good for me, (Y/n)” He’ll say while gently running the handtowel over your body while cleaning up the mess you and he made.

If there are bruises, he’ll be especially careful while cleaning there and give a soft kiss on them afterwards. He’d feel somewhat guilty, so P L E A S E reassure this baby that its alright.

“I love you so much, god baby you are so perfect”

If he’s done he’ll just sit next to the bed for awhile, caressing your body and staring into your eyes while his are FULL of admiration and love. Kirshima’s already head over heels for you but god, it feels like every second he’s only falling deeper and deeper in love with you.

Once the bath’s done, he’ll get everything ready before getting you from the bed to bring you the bathroom.

He’ll want to carry you so bad, let him carry you pretty please. You’ll have to insist you can perfectly walk on his own while giving him a kiss on his nose as a compromise.

When the two of you get into the tub, he’ll be sitting behind you with one arm around your shoulder while pressing you against his chest and the other one will be holding your hand.

He’ll wash your hair oh so gently, massaging your scalp and cupping water in his hands to rinse it out.

He really likes cupping water in his hands to rinse your body, he thinks its a very loving thing to do.

Kirishima will whisper sweet nothings into your ear the whole entire time, telling you how much he loves you, how beautiful you are, how good you are to him and how perfect you are. I could go on for HOURS.

After having turned into raisins, the two of you get out while drying yourself and each other off. Please, please, PLEASE dry Kirishima’s hair he loves it when you do that.

Once the two of you are in bed, he’ll NEVER let you go. You better of have peed before because this man will keep you wrapped up in his arms for the whole entire night refusing to let you go.

Kirishima is sUCH a good partner oh god please love him.

Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou’s rough, and he knows that. He knows his partner’s exhausted and maybe a little on the sore side too after he lays down next to them, staring at the ceiling for a moment to come down from his high.

Though, he isn’t as vocal about his love as Kirishima is, i see Bakugou expressing those emotions more with actions rather than in words. Silent admiration.

Bakugou’ll get up, looking over his shoulder down at his partner with a stoic face. Yet, the glint in his eyes holds nothing but love. He’ll attach his hand to their head, gently running his hand through their hair and down their neck before getting up to go to the bathroom.

He will go to the bathroom to pee first because he this mans KNOWS how to take care of himself. With that being said, he’ll eventually [not immediately] make sure you pee or else he’ll make SURE you’ve got a reason to.

Bakugou will turn on the shower, making sure the water’s warm, and while he waits for the water to warm up he’ll grab some towels and hang them on the towel rack.

He’ll grab a glass of water from the bathroom ,because bathroom water is literally the best water in the house you can fight me on that one, and he’ll bring it back to the bedroom.

“Drink”

You don’t wanna drink the water he got you? Get prepared for an angry scolding about how you should ALWAYS hydrate your body after an intense activity and how you should take care of your body.

Just drink the water man, please.

While you’re drinking the water he’ll sit next to you, he’s eyes scanning over the body to look at all the marks he left.

Bakugou knows he’s rough and he knows you like it, yet everytime he sees a bruise that’s a little darker than the others and a little bigger he’ll always knit his eyebrows together while very gently trace it with his thumb.

Please tell him its okay, even though he didn’t ask you can read him like a book. Just tell him that its okay and that he’s good.

Please

If you finished your water, he’ll take you to the bathroom. He’s not gonna carry simply because of the fact “Its only a few feet away” but if you ask him nicely he’ll complain, a lot. Oh? Those arms underneath your legs and you being lifted up and carried to the bathroom in bridal style? Yeah yeah next time you’re walking there yourself, just like he said the time before.

He’ll clean the dirty clothes you discarded on the way to the bedroom and throw them in the laundry basket. This man will NOT live in a household where there are clothes littered everywhere.

When Bakugou comes back, he’ll just kinda stand there while looking at you. Once you two make eye contact, he’ll put his hand behind your head before pulling you in for a kiss one that is long and wants to make you float into the air.

He does this everytime, this man will NEVER forget about that kiss. The kiss way is his way of thanking you, showing you how much you mean to him. Once the two of you part ways, he’ll have this tiny smile on his face and his eyes are oh so full of love for you.

Showering with Bakugou is so good. There’s no funny business in that moment and he just wants to enjoy being so intimate with you in that moment in silence. He’ll wash your body, gently massaging your sore spots and being gentle on the bruised spots.

He’ll hold your waist, his face burried into your shoulder while exhaling as if he had been holding his breath the whole day long waiting for this moment.

Wash his hair.

P L E A S E wash his hair.

He wouldn’t even say a thing, he’d just look down at you with his eyes half lidded as you massage his scalp while your chest is pressed to his. He’ll just slowly close his eyes while you leave kisses all over his chest and face.

“I love you, Katsuki”

God he loves you so fucking much Bakugou’s gonna marry you so fucking hard you don’t wanna know.

He’ll just wrap his arms around you and kiss you in response.

“ fuckin’ love ya’ too”

Its soft, very soft, but you can hear him and kiss his cheek in response.

Once the two of you are dried off, you’ll go straight to bed. Bakugou usually goes to bed a bit earlier, so he’ll be quick to doze off but that won’t be until you’re in his arms with your head on his chest.

Bakugou might not be very vocal about his feelings, but his actions show it all.

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BakuSquad Roadtrip

Regular Headcanons:

Sero drives, no argument

Kirishima cannot focus on the road

Bakugou would blow the steering wheel into smithereens

Mina would swerve off the road

Jirou is honorary DJ

Shinshou would fall asleep in the middle of the highway

And Kaminari just can’t drive. He legally cannot.

Sero drives, but they use the Kirishima family van. Reasonable, seeing as its a van made for a lesbian couple and their countless daughters and one teenage son

Sero takes driver’s seat, Jirou as the passenger

Kaminari and Mina take the seats behind the two

And Bakugou and Kirishima sit in the back with Shinso in the large trunk with an air mat. His demands, not the other’s

They pack literally everything: snacks, pillows, air floaties, battery packs, flashlights, pads, swim gear, surfboards, literally everything

The idea of the road trip belonged to Mina, who wanted to go somewhere for Spring Break and wanted to bring her boys - plus Jirou - and most of them agreed instantly

Shinso and Bakugou were the hardest to convince, but thanks to Kaminari and Kirishima, they broke and ended up in a large van with Sero being an absolute mom

Sero: I will turn this MOTHER FUCKING car around, Denki Kaminari, if you don’t shUT THE FUCK UP!

Kaminari, near to tears: Y-yes, Ma’am.

It took a few hours for everyone to get used to one another, what with Bakugou yelling about the music and Sero’s driving style, but within the first four hours of the trip, they were all playing Punch Buggie, I Spy, and screaming songs at the top of their lungs

Kirishima likes to have Sero roll down the windows then stick his head out like a dog to scream: “BakuSquad Roadtrip 2019, Mother Fuckers!” It doesn't take long before Kaminari is in on the action

Somehow, Shinso gets in on it, flipping off every large truck that passes by, and it isn’t too long before Sero is telling everyone to shut the fuck up again

1 AM stops at the nearest Denny’s are not uncommon during these trips, nor are random pullovers to get an aesthetic picture of the group by a sparkling lake or of Shinso flipping off a sign

Kaminari nearly kills everyone when they find a sign that says, “Hey teens, buckling up is totes yeet yo,” and doesn’t shut up about it for at least an hour

Whenever the squad finds a beach, they pull in and take the rest of the afternoon to swim, surf, and dive. Seo is a surprisingly good surfer, as is Kirishima, while Shinso would rather lie on the sand and risk sunburn. Bakugou likes going as far as the lifeguard will let him then diving as deep as he can go. Mina and Jirou just float in the water while Kaminari tries to get them wet.

A chicken fight breaks out quickly, Bakugou demanding Kirishima hold him as he shoves Kaminari off of Sero’s shoulders. This goes on for a few minutes before Shinso picks both Mina and Jirou up and yeets them at the boys

Mina posts on her Instagram every ten minutes with updates on Kaminari being a meme, Sero having road rage, Jirou being an e-girl, Bakugou being soft for Kirishima, and Shinso being iconic in the trunk

Once pulled over on the road, Shinso Fortine danced while singing, “Hey there, Demons, it’s me, ya boi”

The car at some point breaks down by the beach, and while Sero tries to fix it, the other dance of the top of the van or chase one another around with water guns

Sero, defeated, sits against the wheel and smokes a joint, much to the Mom Disappointment TM in Bakugou

Bakugou would die before he admits he loved the trip, but everyone knows he loved it. EVERYONE

By the end of the trip, the group is sunburned, their vocal cords stretched, sleep schedule ruined, and now overly aware of one another’s sleeping habits

Shippy Headcanons (KiribBaku, KamiShin, MinaJirou):

Kirishima and Bakugou cuddle when they go to sleep, shamelessly snuggling into one another before dozing off

Kirishima picks Bakugou up bridal style in a Denny’s and carries him around as he sings “Never Getting Rid Of Me” from the musical Waitress. Mina recorded it and it was the greatest thing the morning shift has ever seen

The two somehow end up singing “Lovefool” by The Cardigans - most likely because Kaminari insinuated Bakugou wasn’t man enough to sing the song with Kirishima. He proved him wrong, and damn, did he do it well

Bakugou finds a red shell covered in spikes while on another beach and gives it to Kirishima when they get back into the car. The redhead quickly puts it on a string and wears the necklace creation for the rest of the trip

Somewhere on Shinso’s social media, there is a video from his angle in the trunk of Sero driving and him saying, without any context, “Maybe Bakugou can drive this van, then it’d truly be a Kirishima car driven by a Kirishima, keep the legacy going,” followed by Mina and Kaminari dabbing

Kaminari sometimes joins Shinso in the trunk and they share music as they cuddle, but because Shinsho doesn’t sleep, he manages to keep Mina from taking a picture of it

Something similar to the KiriBaku Denny’s experience, Kaminari, circuited out, got onto a table and announce that his boyfriend was the hottest man in the room, to which Bakugou slammed his hands on the table and yelled, “have you SEEN MY BOYFRIEND?”

Shinso once chugged an entire Mountain Dew, burped like a dinosaur, and Kaminari stuck his head out the window and proceeded to cream how sexy Shinso was

Kaminari sits in the backseat with Shinso a couple of hours to watch Buzzfeed Unsolved together, eventually being joined by Bakgou and Kirishima. It turns into a weird double date thing in the back of the van

Whenever KiriBaku and KamiShin have their moments, Jirou will crawl into the back of the van with Mina and the two will cuddle while Sero gets control of the radio, turning on his bands that were clearly high when they wrote those songs

Mina borrows a few of Jirou’s tank tops every now and then, or Jirou takes Mina’s bikini tops when Sero refuses to turn on the AC because he doesn’t want to get more gas money for at least another couple of miles

Many SnapChat posts of Mina and Jirou with cute filters making cute faces at one another. There’s even a video of Jirou staying completely blank-faced as Mina tries to break her with different Kermit impressions

[daydreaming-jessi]

Day seven: free day

The final beetlelands week piece, made it just in time. Here’s to many more!

It was a bit of an atypical day. Sandy had, for homesickness related reasons, brought a metric ton of Saturn sand to the backyard of the Deetz-Maitland home. Lydia wanted to keep it, because it was sand from Saturn, but the sand had to be taken care of lest it ruin their hard worked upon garden. Adam volunteered to help clean it up while Barbara and Beetlejuice elected to stay in and do some spring cleaning in the attic. Well, Barbara was doing spring cleaning.

Beetlejuice, however, seemed to be determined to distract Barbara from said cleaning. “Babs. Hey. Hey Barbara. Ba-arb, look!”

Barbara blew a distracting strand of hair out of her face, carefully wiping dust off the coffee table while Beetlejuice continuously tried to vocally prod her from the couch. She smiled triumphantly at the pock marks being successfully wiped away. It’s taken her quite a few tries to successfully put proper pressure on the cleaning cloth, but with some practice, it was getting much easier to do.

Suddenly arms wrapped around her hips, startling Barbara into dropping the cloth. She hadn’t even heard Beetlejuice get off the couch. “Bee, I’m trying to clean here. If you’re gonna distract me, then go do something else,” she huffed, twisting her head to glare at the demon grinning up at her.

“But Barbara, I wanna cuddle,” Beetlejuice crowed, yanking them both side to side. He batted his eyes adorably, in the way he knew that Barbara had a hard time resisting.

“We could cuddle sooner if you helped me clean up in here,” Barbara replied steadily, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

“You and Adam are such neat freaks. What’s wrong with a few decorative cobwebs? Makes it feel homey in here,” Beetlejuice finally let her go to float backwards into a corner of the attic where a home of spiderwebs lay.

Barbara jolted at the sight of the webs. “Because it shows other people we don’t care about our home!” She said, coming over with a new dust cloth to clean the silk up. Beetlejuice stayed stubbornly in place, forcing Barbara to try and reach around his body. She was quickly stopped by a second pair of arms sprouting out from Beetlejuice, grabbing her hands and spinning her.

“A, who is gonna come see our attic, and dos, who cares what other people think? All that matters is that we look creepy and have an excellent aesthetic,” Beetlejuice said, moving to spin Barbara around the attic. She couldn’t help but giggle at the impromptu dance, partially glad for the distraction.

Cleaning the attic wasn’t exactly necessary, Barbara and Adam usually kept it well maintained, and even Beetlejuice kept from tossing things wherever he pleased for them, but Barbara had been drilled by her parents to always keep her home spotless. She didn’t keep to the part that the task was only a woman’s job, she and Adam shared the work equally, as one should, but it was hard to shake off the rest of the teachings.

The two finally stopped their spin in front of the couch, where Beetlejuice swayed back and forth, his eyeballs actually rolling in his eye sockets. Barbara snickered at his antics, but took a step back. “Alright, enough distracting me, you. I still need to sweep under the furniture,” she said.

Beetlejuice leaned backwards with a groan onto the couch, making it creak and sag dangerously. “You literally sweep up here every two days, Babs. There’s not gonna be anything there to sweep,” he pointed out.

Barbara shrugged self consciously. “It’s important to do, in case there is any dust buildup,” she argued.

“Literally, who cares? It’s under furniture, we don’t ever have to deal with it. You know normal people don’t clean attics, right? Chuck and D aren’t, like, expecting you to clean up here, and Adam has sawdust all over his workstation all the time, he ain’t some kind of neatfreak. You’re literally just doing this for nothing,” he pointed out, shooting Barbara a pout.

She tried to think of a counter, but found she had nothing that would satisfy Beetlejuice. “It’s just something I’m gonna do, alright?” She finally said, turning to grab the broom.

Beetlejuice frowned and crossed his arms and legs, looking like a sulking child. “Fi-ine, whatever floats your boat, Barbie.”

Barbara froze, before slowly turning back to Beetlejuice. “What did you just call me?” She asked, her voice strained.

Beetlejuice shot her a strange look, before answering, “Uh, Barbie..?” Barbara’s shoulders rose up, and realization lit up Beetlejuice’s radiation green eyes, and a grin began to stretch across his face. “What, you don’t like it?”

“It’s awful,” Barbara replied flatly, crossing her arms.

“You don’t wanna be called Barbie?” Beetlejuice cooed.

“Why would I wanna be called that dumb dress up doll brand?” Barbara replied, her cheeks blazing red.

“Holy shit, you hate it! That’s hilarious!” Beetlejuice cackled, falling onto his back.

“What’s so funny? I don’t even look like that doll! It doesn’t make sense,” Barbara huffed.

“Oh my god, I am so using this, this is fantastic! You’re so mad!”

Barbara gasped. “Don’t you dare!”

Beetlejuice paused his laughter and shot her an evil grin. “Oh really? Whatcha you gonna do?”

Barbara pointed a finger at him warningly. “I will not hesitate, Lawrie.”

Upon hearing her nickname for him, Beetlejuice’s grin impossibly widened, cracking his jawbones. It was a strange name the ghost couple had come up with, but he loved how warm it made him feel. Beetlejuice raised his hands reassuringly, looking away innocently. “Ok, ok, I’ll be good. No more of that nickname from me,” he said.

Barbara shot him a suspicious look, slowly turning back to her previous task. “Alright…”

“Yup. Not even gonna think of the word, trust me Barbi-“

“That’s it!”

Barbara tackled Beetlejuice on the couch, tucking his legs firmly between her thighs as she sat upon his lap and the air filled with his crackling laughter. She began to dig her fingers into his sides, making the demon jump from the sudden, tickling sensation.

“Weh-! No! No fair, I can’t actually feel your ghost fingers, no!” He wheezed, trying to shove her away.

“I told you, this is just what you get for not listening!” Barbara grinned, using one hand to clamp the demon’s hands above him, her dancing fingers moving from Beetlejuice's expansive belly to his armpits.

“No, stop! Oh my god, stop!” Beetlejuice howled. He managed to wriggle onto his stomach, but found it didn’t help, as she had more access to his neck, and began to kiss it as she dug into his sides, knowing it was just as ticklish as any other spot. “Knock it off, you wraith!” Beetlejuice wheezed, rolling back to his previous position and shoved his feet to press against Barbara’s chest. She giggled, and lurched forward again, her fingers wiggling threateningly towards his sides.

Beetlejuice pushed her back and Barbara found herself hanging against Beetlejuice’s feet above the demon. “Aw, c’mon, that’s not fair!” Barbara laughed, wriggling against Beetlejuice’s surprisingly strong calves.

“I don’t care if it’s fair, I never play fair, Barbie!” Beetlejuice grinned.

Barbara squawked in mock outrage, making grabbing motions at Beetlejuice. “I will get you back for that dumb nickname, you jerk!” She threatened, her smile wider still.

Beetlejuice laughed at how futile her attacks were, watching her for a moment.

Her blond hair was flying around wildly, roughed up from the play fighting, her face was red and she was huffing, slightly out of breath, and her eyes. They were crinkled up with laugh lines, shining brighter than the surface of UY Scuti, bluer than the depths of the ocean, and filled to the brim with care, and they were directed to him. She was laughing so beautifully, filled with adorable snorts and chortles, it made his long dead heart quiver like it was struck with heart attack inducing arrhythmia. He loved these moments, loved how easy and warm they were. Loved that he was never afraid of her and Adam, never had to hide himself from them. He could just lose himself, freely tease them and just enjoy his afterlife. He loved Barbara and Adam so much…

Wait.

Beetlejuice froze, his face falling into one of shock, and Barbara paused upon seeing this. “Lawrie? What’s wrong?” She asked.

Beetlejuice stared at her for a long moment, his hair starting to darken to a gorgeous magenta she’d never seen before. His eyes traced her face, the demon unnerving,h silent, before blinking out of his stupor.

“I love you,” he said, voice breathless.

Barbara froze, staring back at him in shock. He… he said that. He actually said that.

The door opened, causing the two to look up. “You would not believe how much sand a sandworm can carry from Saturn, I’m more dust than ghost right now,” Adam huffed, patting his clothes down as he came in. He looked up and paused upon seeing the scene, before smiling a fond grin.

“What are you two doing now?” He asked, leaning back and crossing his arms. His hair was highlighted with a warm copper tone, dusted a gray-yellow from the Saturn sands, his body framed by the golden sun filtering through the attic windows. His green eyes were twinkling, so fond and happy of the sight before him.

“And I love you,” Beetlejuice said, his voice in awe at the long known realization finally washing over him.

Barbara whipped her head back around to stare wide eyed at a Beetlejuice again, and Adam nearly choked on the sand still built up in his throat.

Beetlejuice seemed to have realized that the room was now silent. His hair became a flustered pink, white and blue. “I-“ he gulped, pale. He’d ruined it, he ruined everything. He went too fast, veered too far off course, he fucked it all up like he always did-

Suddenly Beetlejuice was almost knocked off the couch with an arm full of Barbara. She had his cheeks squished together and was pressing hundreds of kisses to his face. “Love you too, god, I love you too!” She whispered between kisses, reassuring and happy.

They were both enveloped in Adam’s arms as he scrunched into the couch behind Beetlejuice’s back. He pressed a warm, long kiss to Beetlejuice’s ear, grinning widely. “Love you too,” he added, resting his forehead against Beetlejuice’s hair. Barbara chuckled at his long gesture, before looking back to make sure the other colors were gone from Beetlejuice’s hair.

The magenta was back, and the tension was gone. He looked dazed, but there was a huge, drunk grin on Beetlejuice’s face, looking like he’d just been told that hallucinogens were reintroduced to modern medical treatment. “Cool,” he rasped, his voice somehow even more gravelly than before, and his body was lax. He didn’t need to hold onto the Maitlands tight, they were right here, they weren’t leaving. He had all the time in the world to just soak in their softness.

[jaeminlore]

I Can’t Dream Alone | Renjun

series timeline | playlist 

summary: the sound of my lover, a feeling so strong

words: 6k+

category: siren!renjun, pirate!reader, fluff, angst, renjun said i shall call donghyuck squishy and he shall me my squishy, reader is kind of an asshole at first, so is renjun, a bit of one-sided renhyuck in there ngl, i did my best pls don’t be mean

warning(s): mentions of slavery/trafficking, reader is kind of a villain, so is renjun so there you go, attempted murder and vice versa, renjun is scary, this is an odd dynamic i do not think it is healthy at all so don’t go romanticizing it pls, donghyuck has given up and it breaks my heart 

author note: *buzz lightyear voice* red flags. red flags everywhere. i do not believe there is one (1) healthy relationship in this story

Renjun is thirteen hundred years old in siren years (that’s thirteen in human years) when the siren’s treasure is stolen. They are pearls from his mother’s tail; her most prized ones. Everyone knows that the amount of pearls on a siren’s tail coincide to the amount of respect one has in the siren’s hierarchy. Renjun’s mother has the most, as the queen of the four seas. 

After they were taken; torn from her tail, leaving her in agonizing pain, the grudge against humans began. Pirates, mostly, as they were the ones who took the pearls in the first place. 

Renjun learned how to use his voice for evil (perhaps good, whatever way you look at it.) 

There’s a song. There are vocalizations that draw humans into the unsafe waters. But it’s a tricky position, even for a siren, as the waves crash and careen against each other. As much as humans can die, sirens can too, and it soon becomes a full war over two small pearls.

Renjun, though just a young prince, is placed on the front lines. Not because he’s a good fighter, or has the guts to drag a man down to a watery grave. Rather, Renjun’s voice is the loudest, and it carries the farthest. So it’s Renjun who must stand (wade) at the frontlines and call the ships in.

Some sirens are killed. Others are taken captive. Then, a new ship never seen before arrives, and it manages to take out the remaining sirens, after braving the storm and taking on the sirens head on.

Renjun is the only one to escape, as far as he knows. He swims away from his home as fast as he can, hiding underwater in the seaweed and behind torrents. If any pirate sees him escaping, he’s dead meat. Siren’s gills filter too slowly for them to stay underwater all the time, so he does his best to stay beneath the surface until his gills reject it completely.

When he’s finally farther away, close to the Western Sea (Renjun can tell because it’s the muggiest sea, and the water is becoming a murky green), Renjun finds a small cave opening. The opening of the cave is underwater, but when Renjun swims in, he realizes that there’s a small air pocket for him to breath from. He floats atop the surface, willing his heavy tail not to sink him.

And then he cries out for his mother, for his kingdom, and for the home he has lost so quickly.

Renjun doesn’t want to be alone forever.

-

Renjun is seventeen hundred years old in siren years (that’s seventeen in human years) when he meets the human prince of the Eastern Kingdom. He knows this stranger is a prince because there’s a special brand in the junction of his neck. Slave merchants use the brands to keep track of their more important (valuable) slaves. He knows the prince is from the Eastern Kingdom because of his skin’s scent. It’s the same salty and clear scent of the Eastern Sea.

The boy has to be his age. He’s certainly close to death, his body limp over a random piece of driftwood. His entire face dips beneath the surface at one point, and Renjun notices the way the boy’s adam’s apple bops when he finds air again.

He’s swallowing the seawater. Humans can’t do that. Well, they aren’t supposed to. They’re supposed to drink fresh water and stay out of the sun. Otherwise their skin gets raw and it hurts and– and it looks just like the prince’s face.

Renjun briefly thinks about dragging the boy under. Just five minutes, and the boy will become the sea. Renjun can go about his day and not worry about this random prince he’s come across. 

Except... he looks fairly innocent. And the brand looks infected. His skin looks horrible, and Renjun knows he’s dehydrated.

So he goes against his nature and wraps his arms around the boy. 

He’ll find a more human-friendly cave. Then, perhaps some fresh water and food.

Renjun isn’t sure what he’s doing, he just knows that he doesn’t want to be alone anymore.

-

You’re seventeen years old when you get the siren’s treasure. The two pearls have been fashioned into cuff links. At first, you felt kind of bad, cheating the clueless couple out of a literal treasure. But it’s a legacy your father has been searching for for years, and you’ll be damned if you pass up the opportunity to make him proud.

It’s hard making the roughest pirate in the sea proud. Known as Mortem, or death, his name rings true.

You’re at the docks, fiddling with the cuff links in a struggle to get them off of the coat. Your father promised he’d be back after his own search for the treasure. 

Of course, it’s been nearly a year now, and you’ve been left on land. It’s not because your father doesn’t want to spend his time with you, you’re sure. It’s just that he knows that living on land (in one place) can help an adolescent’s growth.

That’s why he hasn’t visited you in years. You’re sure of it.

You finally get the cuff links off. You toss the coat aside and fasten the pearls into your waistcoat. If your father won’t come get you, you’ll have to find him.

Only you don’t, because you can hear two fishermen speaking in hushed tones about the politics over in the Eastern Kingdom. “The mourning period is over, so I assume they’ll crown the prince’s cousin some time this year.”

“Mourning?” You speak up, alerting the two men of your presence. “The Prince is dead?”

That can’t be. Last you remember, your father had sold the boy out to a couple of slave merchants off the Western port. Then you were dropped off here, and your father left in search of the treasure. There’s no way anyone found the prince, as no one really escapes the slave trades. It’s a secret society with all these corrupt ways of hiding people from ever seeing the light of day again. It’s sick, but it’s how your father makes money, and you like to pretend that it’s more merciful than killing people.

“Not the prince,” the fisherman says. “Ol’ Mortem. The nasty pirate that kidnapped the prince. With him gone, all leads are gone. The Eastern Kingdom still needs a reigning monarch, so the King and Queen can’t really afford the luxury of looking any longer.“

“M-Mortem?”

“Yeah. Finally died off.”

“Oh,” you whisper. That’s why your father hasn’t come to get you. 

He’ll never be coming to get you again.

“All for a treasure,” the other fisherman grunts. “‘Took the boy because his ring is made of three pearls. Figured it was the famous siren’s treasure.”

The pearls feel heavier in your waistcoat. Your heart feels heavy in your chest.

You want to ask how he died, where he died, and who died with him. You want to know if there’s anyone in the crew left, or if you’re all alone.

“The things people will do for some money,” the fisherman grunts in disgust. 

“Indeed,” you say, voice catching on the way out.

-

You are eighteen years old when you finally hear the siren’s call. You’ve been sailing for nearly a year, struggling to find the famed sirens everyone talks about. And just as you’re beginning to think they’re nothing but a myth, you hear it.

The voice is cold and shrill, soft and high, enchanting and terrifying all at the same time. It pulls you in before you can even comprehend the fogginess in your brain.

You sail your dingy little boat into the crashing waves. The wind howls, and the sky suddenly seems darker than it’s ever been. You can still hear the song, loud and clear. It seeps into your ears and drifts its way into your chest. You can feel it in your soul: feel the wordless song calling you into the unknown.

And there’s a cove. You didn’t see it before, but your vision clears just long enough to see it nestled against a small island. You steer your boat towards it, and in turn, towards the sirens song.

When you reach the edge, you jump into the water and creep towards the opening of the cave. If there’s a siren in here, they can give you the siren’s treasure, but they could also kill you mercilessly. You’re not exactly sure how to navigate the two options.

You see him before he sees you. His tail is an effervescent pink color. The end is curled into long ribbons, torn up by rocks and whatever else nature must throw at such a delicate surface. And down the back is a trail of pearls, all different sizes and shapes, similar to the ones in your waist coat. The pearls disappear with his tail, melding into pale, taunt skin. The junctions of his spine stick out of his skin, and you briefly ponder the healthy weight of a siren, and what their diet is like.

He’s on his stomach, gaze pointed away from you. With his chin in his hands, he gazes out the other side of the opening. Maybe he hasn’t noticed you yet.

But the he slaps his tail against the water, and the sound reverberates across the cave. You shriek in fear.

“You’re not very subtle,” he says.

Then he turns to you. Seeing his face for the first time sort of makes you wish you could freeze time. Surely it’s the spell of the siren, and not the fact that his eyes are small and clear. Hues of brown and black seem to swirl together in his eyes, and you are memorized up until the moment he blinks. Because then he smiles, and you realize that his teeth seem quite sharp and dangerous.

You are still in uncharted territory. 

“I’m Y/n,” you say. The shallow water of the cave sloshes against your worn boats, soaking your tights underneath. “I have something for you.”

His lips curl into a frown. “I don’t accept things from humans.”

“I have–“ You pull the pearls out of your waistband and hand them to the siren. “I have the siren’s treasure.”

The siren scowls at the pearls in your grip. Then, without warning, he snatches them out of your hand and disappears beneath the shallow surface. You watch the colors of his tail fade as he swims deeper into the water. “Wait!” You run into the water, floundering at the awkwardness of the it not being deep enough. “I need that treasure!”

When the siren doesn’t surface, you groan. “Fine, you want to play the hard way?” You take a deep breath and hold it. 

Then, you dive into the deeper part of the pool.

-

You struggle to keep your eyes open as you navigate your way into the murky water.  Finally, you notice a flash of pink to your left, so you trail behind it.

The siren unknowingly leads you towards another break in the surface. You gasp for air as soon as you can, struggling to find strength. Your lungs burn and your eyes sting, but you believe it’s worth it when you see what this siren is hiding.

Prince Donghyuck.

It’s him, albeit roughed up and looking worse for wear. But he’s alive, and he’s curled up in the corner of the cave, warming himself up to what small fire he could conjure up in the muggy cave. He’s shivering, but there’s a blanket around his shoulders. Granted, it’s crusted with sea salt, but you assume at this point, it’s better than nothing. 

“Prince Donghyuck,” you finally breathe, forgetting the siren’s presence.

The prince lifts his head immediately. Then, when his eyes find yours, he chokes back a sour cry. “It’s you. You’re the one who lured me out of the castle. You said you were a messenger.” His voice cracks at the end, and you can sense the pain. The lost innocence.

You’ve never actually seen what happens to the people your father captures. But now it’s being presented to you in a harsh light, and you have to face the fact that you put him here. “I’m- I’m sorry-“

“Save it,” the prince croaks. “It doesn’t matter if you are. He won’t let me leave.”

You turn back to the siren. He’s circling you beneath the water, and the only reason you know that is because his pearl-crested tail flips angrily, splashing water into your face. You wade nervously. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” Donghyuck whines in a way that says he’s all too familiar with this circumstance. “People have found me, and he kills them. If I try to escape, he pulls me back in, and I’m too weak to fight him. I can’t get home.”

He breaks at that. His shoulders slump forward and he leans against the damp cave wall. “It’s hopeless.”

“Wait,” you say. “If he has killed everyone else...”

Just as you realize what is about to happen, the siren slaps the fin of his tail against the back of your head. You fall into the water, head aching. There’s a burning urge behind your eyes to just close them and fall into a peaceful slumber beneath the sea.

However, you’re still owed a treasure. 

Just as the siren circles around, baring his teeth like he’s going to eat you, you pull your dagger out of its hidden place in your boot and point it towards the siren.

He freezes, eyeing the blade. Then he hisses at it, teeth bared. The hiss pierces through your head, even though you’re underwater. It’s shrill and high, more of a shriek than anything, and you’re sure that this is one of those kill-or-be-killed situations.

So you jab the blade in front of you, and slash at the siren when he wraps his tail around you. He squeezes, and it feels like you’ll never breathe again. You stab his tail over and over against until he finally releases, batting you away like a mere gnat. 

Still, he’s strong, so you slam against the rocky wall. You can practically feel your ribs break.

You reach the surface and choke on your own intake of air. “Help,” you beg the prince, meeting his tear-filled eyes. “He’ll listen to you, right? He likes you?”

You’re dragged under again. The siren’s nails rake down your chest, piercing your already cracked rips. You want to shout, but the lack of oxygen is making you far too lightheaded to think anymore.

You close your eyes, waiting for the inevitable end. 

But it doesn’t come.

Instead, you hear a voice shout a name. “Renjun!”

And the siren lets go, leaving you to weakly try to make it back to the surface.

You feel arms around you, and you let the lack of oxygen make you believe that you are being saved.

-

Renjun knows bloodlust. He knows the deep carnal urge to kill whoever approaches him. He knows that as soon as you get the chance, you’re going to kill him, so he has to kill you first.

He can only trust Donghyuck. He saved Donghyuck. He took care of him. He practically brought him back from the dead. The only reason Renjun isn’t dying from loneliness is because Donghyuck keeps him company.

In a way, they keep each other alive.

Donghyuck always begs him not to kill; begs him to let the misfortunes humans go. Renjun always tunes him out, because if someone lives, they take Donghyuck home. If Donghyuck is home, Renjun is left alone.

He refuses to be alone.

But Donghyuck has never had the strength to pull someone out of the water before. He’s never tried.

Yet now here he is, hunched over the new human, helping them drink water from canteen.

It’s freshwater that Renjun stole from the mainland. That’s another thing. Renjun has been risking his life trailing up mainland rivers to steal water and food off of smaller fishing boats. 

This is how Donghyuck repays him? Rescuing a nothing of a pirate?

Renjun scowls as he peaks up through the surface. He’s baring his teeth, though the two humans can’t see.

Donghyuck is talking softly to the human, in a way he has never spoken to Renjun. He speaks to Renjun like he’s afraid. But that’s impossible. He can’t be afraid of the person who saved him.

Renjun scowls and sinks back beneath the water. 

The pirate wants the treasure. There is no treasure, as far as Renjun knows. It’s just a myth made up by pirates. And karma sure does come back to bite, because now this pirate has risked their life for nothing. They won’t get any treasure, and they won’t get out of here alive.

-

“I have to get you out of here,” you whisper.

It’s nighttime, and water drips into the cave lake like the ominous ticking of a clock. The siren (“Renjun”, the prince calls him) hasn’t been around since he tried to kill you. As long as you stay away from the water, you’re fine, so Prince Donghyuck wraps you in his sea-crusted blanket and huddles you close to the cave wall. “Why?” He licks his dry lips. “So you can sell me out to your father again? Maybe another slave merchant?”

“My father is dead.”

Donghyuck purses his lips. “Can’t say I’m upset.”

“Didn’t ask you to be,” You snap. “Now do you want to make it out of this cave alive? Or are we going to continue bickering when there’s a siren with superhuman strength keep us from leaving?”

“He’s attached to me,” Donghyuck whispers. “You might can escape, if you’re sneaky, but he has eyes on me. He won’t let me go.”

The prince looks weak. So weak compared to the moment you and your father captured him. You remember a spitfire of a boy; someone who fought with every ounce of resolve he had. You remember his tanned skin and his lean muscle. And now, he’s covered in scars and bruises, and there’s barely any meat on his bones. He’s weak; voice quiet when it used to be so loud.

He’s not even giving himself a chance. He’s accepted himself here. 

“You’re getting out before I do,” you say. “It was a mistake to take you.”

“Found out that I didn’t have the treasure after all?” Donghyuck snaps, “The one I told you I didn’t know anything about?”

“Yes, that one,” you admit. “Apparently there is no treasure, because I returned it to the siren—“

“Renjun,” Donghyuck provides.

“Renjun. I returned it to him and he gave me nothing in return.”

“That’s what you get for being greedy,” Donghyuck murmures.

“I can get you home,” you say. “We just have to trick the siren.”

“He’s lonely,” Donghyuck says. “Sometimes, if I stay awake long enough, he tells me stories. How there once was an entire fleet of sirens. And now, he’s the last one. He just wants some company.”

You stare at the siren as he circles the lake. The pearls on his tail reflect the light of the moon as it streams through the cracks of the cave wall. “He’ll get some company. It just won’t be with you.”

-

You are eighteen years old and you sell your soul to the devil. Okay, not the devil, but a terrifying siren with sharp teeth. You figure out quickly that he doesn’t want the prince here specifically, he just wants someone here. He wants someone to fill the holes where silence seeps in.

So you communicate to Renjun that you’ll stay with him. “You have to let Donghyuck go.”

“He’s my friend,” Renjun says. His eyes have softened after a few days of getting used to your presence. “He can’t leave.”

“He has a family,” you say. “They miss him.”

“Families die.” Renjun slaps his tail against the side of the lake. “I want him here. With me.”

“I’ll stay here with you instead,” you bargain.

Renjun cocks his head to the side in confusion. He pulls his upper body out of the water and lies on his stomach. He props his chin atop his hands and blinks up at you.

You reckon that he’s kind of pretty when he isn’t trying to kill you. 

“I saved him.” He says, glaring at you. “He’s mine.”

“He isn’t yours,” you balk. “You can’t own someone.”

“Tell that to the merchants you traded me to,” Donghyuck says from the back, his glare matching Renjun’s.

“I’m trying to make it right!” You try to defend yourself. “Listen, Renjun, If you let Donghyuck go, I’ll stay here with you, okay? For as long as you want.”

“Forever,” Renjun says.

“See?” Donghyuck sighs. “It’s impossible.”

“I’ll stay,” you say. Perhaps Donghyuck thinks you are brave for sacrificing your life for his. Perhaps he thinks you are some type of martyr. 

But truth be told, you’re planning on killing the siren as soon as you can. Then you’ll sell his pearls, and start a new life for yourself. Perhaps in the Western Kingdom. You haven’t decided yet.

Renjun allows Donghyuck to leave. He even carries him to the closest shore: the Western port. 

And when he comes back, he hisses at you, and warns you to leave him alone.

“Gladly,” you mutter, shivering in the dark.

-

Renjun misses Donghyuck. And he knows he shouldn’t love a human enough to miss them, but Donghyuck was never mean. He never fought back and never raised his voice.

And Renjun doesn’t like you. You’re brash and rude and you fought back when Renjun tried to kill you. He doesn’t trust you at all, and the only real reason he let Donghyuck go is because he knew how much the boy wanted to leave.

You? You could starve to death for all Renjun cares. He won’t be helping you with anything. No food, no water, no hints on how to keep warm in the dampness of the cave. Renjun would rather kill you than live in the same vicinity. “I don’t want you here,” he says rather bluntly.

“Then let me go,” you retort. You’ve been pacing back and forth for the past hour, rubbing your hands up and down your arms to keep warm. You lean down and dip your boat in the water, just to splash the siren.

Renjun scowls at you, water droplets falling down his eyelashes. “I can’t.”

“Why?” You taunt, and a Renjun finds that your voice is quite annoying when it echoes off of the cave walls. “You’ll be oh so lonely?”

Renjun swims around until the end of his tail is facing you. He lifts it up, then slaps it down as harshly as he can. The water splashes all over you, causing you to shriek in anger.

Renjun laughs. “Ha!”

You kick more water at him. “You better keep your guard up, siren boy.”

Renjun knows it’s intended fully as a threat, and you are most likely planning his death right now. Still, he can’t help but stick his tongue out at you almost playfully. It’s been a long time since Donghyuck ever splashed at him, and Renjun likes the way you keep at it, as if it’s a little game for the two of you.

That night, you sleep as far from the water’s edge as you can. Renjun keeps his eyes above water, waiting for you to fall asleep, so that he can too.

“I know you’re watching me,” you say, keeping your eyes toward the moonbeams above you. “It’s weird and creepy, so stop.”

“I’m keeping guard,” Renjun lifts his mouth above of the water to speak. “So... too bad.”

“What? You think I’ll try to escape? I made a promise, didn’t I?”

“Pirates have been known to break promises,” Renjun states. 

“Fair,” you say. You fold your arms behind your head and look at the siren. “My ribs are still burning, you know. Why did you try so hard to kill me?”

Renjun shrugs. He can feel goosebumps rise across his bony shoulders when they’re lifted out of the water. “Everyone who comes here wants to take Donghyuck.”

“Why did you let him go then? If you care so much about him?”

“He told me to stop. I don’t have another reason.”

“You like Donghyuck that much?”

“He’s all I have.” Renjun clears his throat and stares down at the murky water. “Had.“

“I suppose this is where I’m supposed to say I’m sorry,” you conclude. “But he’s a prince, and he belongs back on the mainland, with his family and friends.”

“/I’m/ his friend,” Renjun says. “I took care of him.”

“Against his will!” You shout at him, slapping your palms against the damp rocks. “You can’t be a friend to someone you’re holding captive.”

“How else do I make them stay?” Renjun can feel his voice – alone with his resolve – breaking. “How do I make sure they won’t leave me?”

You give him an unreadable look. The scrutiny in your eyebrows is certainly readable, but the questionability is in the way your eyes seem saddened. “I’m going to sleep,” you say. “But there’s a saying on the mainland. If you love something, set it free, and if it comes back, it’s yours. If it doesn’t, then it was never yours in the first place.”

Before Renjun can reply, you turn your back on him.

-

Renjun brings you an apple.

It’s amazing really, because your ribs hurt like hell, and the rocky floor of the cave does nothing to support that. You would try swimming, to loosen up the ache in your muscles, but you’re still a bit skeptical of what Renjun might do.

He brings you an apple.

You eat it as slowly as you can, struggling to savor the taste that you know will disappear just as quickly as it came. Still, you can’t help but feel a burst of gratefulness in your heart.

Then, anger. He’s still holding you captive. It’s not like he’s doing you a favor by bringing you one (count ‘em. one.) apple.

“I’m going to set you free.” Renjun says as soon as you finish the red fruit.

“Very funny, siren boy,” you toss the apple core at his head, and Renjun bares his teeth at you. 

“I mean it,” he growls. “I thought about what you said, and you’re right. I should set you free and see if you come back. Just like I did to Donghyuck.”

“Only because I made you.”

“Do you want to leave or not?” Renjun growls, annoyed at the way you seem to nitpick his every move. “Go ahead and get going. The storm is only going to get worse.”

You make it to the Western Port in one piece, though your lungs are burning, and your ribs are on fire. You collapse onto the deck and close your eyes, hoping for some kind of relief to the pain.

Then. “Oi? Another human washed up on shore?”

“Just like the prince.”

“You reckon they know the prince?”

“Why don’t you ask them?”

“I think they’re dead.”

You’re lifted off, carried to someplace you hope has dry blankets. “I’m not dead,” you whisper. 

You can only hope they hear.

-

News of Donghyuck’s return is all anyone can talk about. You hear the newsboy call out the news from outside of the apothecary. There is a minimum of four different remedies in your bag, for everything from bruised ribs to a nasty cough (which you got thanks to the dampness of the cave.)

According to the newspapers, Donghyuck is still being treated, and he won’t be attending any royal duties any time soon. He won’t even be transported out of the Western Kingdom until King Kun gives him the go ahead.

He also hasn’t outed you as the person who kidnapped him, so that’s a plus. You know it’s only a matter of time, though, so you do your best to keep close to the docks. You never know when you might have to make a quick escape. 

You rent a shack just off the Western Sea. It’s so close to the shore that the morning tide creeps in under the front door. You got it for an extremely good price, however, so you try not to complain about formalities.

You boil a pot of broth over a fire pit in front of the shack. It’ll be soaked in the morning, and you’ll have to find more kindling and wood to make your breakfast in the morning. However, it keeps you good company tonight, as the moon draws the tide further and further away.

You hear him before you see him. It’s that same song, haunting in the dark of the night. It’s a call. It’s desperate, it’s lonely, and it’s right on the docks.

And if any merchant finds Renjun near the docks, he’s going to wish you had killed him when you had the chance.

You rush to the docks, following the voice. “Renjun!” You call. “Renjun! It’s me!”

You stand at the edge of the dock in silence, waiting for any sign that Renjun can hear you. 

The water is still. The surface is unmoving. Not a single ripple. And then, you see it in your peripheral vision. 

Renjun’s head peaks out of the water. “Where’s Donghyuck?”

“Hello to you, too,” you scoff. 

Renjun swims closer to you, so you lower yourself into a criss-cross position. You jerk your thumb towards the forest behind you. “He’s in the castle getting treated for all the ailments you bestowed upon him.”

“Can you tell him that I’m sorry?” Renjun blinks up at you. Once again his eyes look childlike and innocent, like he isn’t some murderous entity of the sea. 

“I’m not going anywhere near him,” you resign. “He’ll tell them that I’m the one who kidnapped him in the first place. They’ll have me hung! And when they find out that you kept him this long, they’ll sell your tail to make shoes.”

Renjun bares his teeth towards the big, empty forest. “I don’t like humans.”

You grimace. “Well I don’t like demon fish who try to kill me and refuse to get me my treasure, so I guess we’re both out of luck.”

Renjun pouts. He sinks straight down into the water. 

You think that’s that, but then he rides up again. “I’m not a demon fish,” he grumbles. 

“A treacherous water-dweller,” you amend.

Then Renjun smiles – sharp teeth and all – and you think it’s rather beautiful. Not in a siren way. It’s not bewitching or entrancing. Rather, it’s boyish. It’s like Renjun is a human villager, smiling at you because you’ve made a joke. Nothing more. Nothing less.

You like it. “Come back soon and keep me company,” you say. “Just don’t sing. It’ll call other people in. Just hang out by that shack over there when the tide is high.”

Renjun nods. “Maybe I will.”

-

Renjun likes it when you leave fish for him. It started the second night he visited, and after that, Renjun has always had a small pile of fish waiting for him on the beach.

“I feel like I’m training a hunting dog,” you bemoan. You’re wading in the water with him, and Renjun thinks it’s amazing that you haven’t tried to kill him yet. Instead, you’re lugging around the fish that Renjun manages to catch, keeping them safe to cook up for dinner tonight.

“Is that an insult?” Renjun slaps his tail against the water, splashing you before you can even reply. 

“Listen, you devil-bred dolphin-“ you start, diving for Renjun’s tail.

Renjun has an obvious advantage in the water, but you do your best to keep up as he darts away, trailing a jet dream of bubbles in his wake.

By the time you catch up, Renjun is lounging on a rock. His bare  torso is stretched out in the sun, and he seems to be asleep. 

You swim over to his face and study the way his eyelashes flutter against the tops of his cheeks. 

Renjun opens his eyes then. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you whisper. “I lost the fish trying to keep up with you.”

“That’s okay,” Renjun amends. He closes his eyes again. “It was your dinner, anyway.”

You splash at him, giggling lowly when he frowns at the water now dripping down his face. “Take that, you fiend!”

“Oh, you’re gonna get it,” Renjun says. He flips over and falls into the water less-than-gracefully. Then, he swims up to you and wraps his arms around your torso. 

You shriek as he lifts you high and unceremoniously tosses you into the water. “I hate you,” you say, shoving Renjun’s chest when he advances towards you again.

“I hate you back,” Renjun says, no bite in his words.

You wade closer to him and press your palms flat against his chest. “You’re despicable.”

Renjun wraps his arms around you. “You’re a tyrant. I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.”

You kiss him. He laughs against your lips, a melody you’ve never heard before. You chase his lips, trying to capture the sound forever in your mind. 

You think about Renjun loving Donghyuck, and about you not really loving anyone. You think about the fact that Renjun kept coming back to you, even when he knew Donghyuck wouldn’t be there.

You wonder how the two of you are connected, and if sirens can even feel things the way humans can.

Renjun strokes a hand down your hair, wetting it more. “You’re thinking,” he says. He doesn’t tell you to stop. He just acknowledges it.

“You don’t love me.”

“I know,” Renjun says. “You don’t love me, either.”

You kiss him harder, and his sharp teeth brush against the flesh of your bottom lip, making you jump back in shock. Then, soft, closed-mouthed kisses. Renjun presses his lips against your wet skin, soaking in the sun and the sea and the scent of your skin. 

The sharp sound of a bugle interrupts the two of you. It comes from the castle, and from what you’ve read, the sound of the bugle means that Donghyuck is being sent home today.

Renjun must know too, because he visibly deflates. He drops his forehead onto your shoulder. “I’m never going to see him again.”

“Probably not,” you say. “It’s for the best.”

“Yeah,” Renjun whispers. “If they don’t come back, they were never yours in the first place.”

“That’s right.” You say. “He wasn’t anyone’s but the Eastern Kingdom’s.”

“Do you think someone is waiting for him there?” Renjun looks longingly towards the mainland.

You wonder what’s going through his head. You wonder how much he truly cares for the young prince. “I hope so.”

Renjun sighs. “Me too. Really.”

-

You are nineteen years old, and Renjun is eighteen hundred years old (still eighteen in human years) when Donghyuck calls for the two of you to visit him down in the Eastern harbor.

When he asks for help in dismantling the slave merchant’s system, you dive in. Donghyuck grants you both clemency across the four seas, and you recall as much information as you can remember your father revealing to you.

Though everything is in code, with Renjun’s help, it doesn’t take long to figure out that the codes are short for more unknown geographical regions in the seas.

Donghyuck sends his first fleet out, with Renjun swimming alongside and you manning the helm.

You make your first proper raid where you release people rather than capture them, and Renjun finds a few stray sirens trapped in tanks.

Renjun meets the person Donghyuck loves, and he doesn’t bare his teeth at them the way you thought he might would. He’s kind with them, as he is kind to Donghyuck, and you think they both have healed from the pain.

Renjun lives with his fellow sirens nowadays. He’s a lot more comfortable cohabitating with other fish-creatures. You live on the Eastern harbor, with other sailers. They have the same spirits pirates do, but they don’t take people captive, and they don’t take what isn’t theirs.

You’ll have to get used to it, but it feels like a positive improvement.

Sometimes Renjun brings you seashells. Other times he splashes you with his tail.

You’re both moving on from Donghyuck in your own ways, but you’re thankful that in the end, you can come back to each other. 

[lilyeholland]

just like that

tom holland x reader

warnings: SMUT-TY as hell!!! mostly a bj (inspired by the gif, of course)

a/n: it literally looks like he’s saying “just like that” in this gif so i HAD TO

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the hotel door slams open, the two of you melting into each other as one. you both kick off your shoes and attempt not to break the contact. loud groans and impatient moans float through the room as tom drives you over to the bed. holding himself above you, parting lips for a few moments to admire your rosy-heated cheeks, he smirks seductively and places a lonesome strand of hair behind your ear.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, shaking his head like he can’t believe the sight that lies before him.

“you’re one to talk,” you say breathlessly. you rummage your hands through his slightly sweaty hair. with the heat of the world around you and the intense make out session you just had in the car (and a little bit in the elevator up to your room), it only made sense for both of your bodies to be writhing and radiating already.

you look at each other for another long-lasting moment, hiding so many words behind loving smiles and a sweet peck here and there. it’s nothing crazy now, just you soaking it all in before time goes by too fast to appreciate this.

tom shakes his head again and dives into you, tongue asserting dominance over you as well as his body; his hands holding your wrists down to the bed. he can tell you’re struggling to keep them under him, seeing as you need him so badly. he smirks again into the kiss, letting your hands free to touch his body. up and down his chest and back and into the back of his curly hair.

simultaneously, you flip over to be on top. tom’s hands now find their way to your waist and breasts and ass, feeling you up everywhere he possibly can. it’s just now that you realize tom still has his clothes on - a tight fitted button up shirt with gray suit pants. the dark blue tie around his neck was already loose from the events that happened in the car.

with his hands firmly gripping your ass, you move the momentum to his neck, leaving wet and sloppy kisses all while trying to undo the tie completely. maybe it wasn’t loose enough, maybe you were just too distracted, but no matter what you tried, it wouldn’t come off.

tom sits up straight, you in his lap just waiting patiently and touching over the bulge in his pants out of habit. he rips off his tie and throws it somewhere across the room. he grabs your face with both hands, getting right back into the kiss he never wanted to have left. now he’s back on top, leaning over you at the foot of the bed.

for the purpose of catching his breath only, he stops and huffs out a smile at you, inching his way further and further down your body until he reaches such desired destination. the dress you were wearing was just tight enough and short enough he could easily pull the lace thong you were wearing off your legs. he pulls you closer to him, spreading your legs as he kisses your inner thighs and hips. just hovering you, his hot breath touching you, he knows exactly what he’s doing and watching you squirm and beg under his touch is the only thing he wants.

“baby, don’t tease,” you start and pull him up to be at your level. although his lips are now back on yours, where they’ve always belonged, his fingers are still teasing you at your entrance, where they’ve always belonged. he slips the tip of his finger in, curling it as he pumps it in and out.

you buck your hips as your back arches off of the bed, drawing tom in closer by grabbing on his curls and moaning breathlessly into his mouth. he slips another finger in and distracts you from the kiss. your head falls off the edge of the bed, leaving more neck space for tom to work with and kiss. he just keeps getting lower and lower with his kisses, his fingers going deeper.

with two fingers still pumping in you, curling in a “come here” motion, he flicks his tongue right over your throbbing clit. eventually moving all around it. your back is arched completely as your hips move with his mouth. he smirks up at you, tongue still out and making it’s magic.

“oh fuck,” you say through your breath, holding a fist full of curls in one hand and holding tom’s hand with the other. “i’m so close, babe.”

tom just flashes you a devilish smirk; evil, even. he slows down his pace, knowing he’s driving you crazy. he just wants to see you beg for him.

“ugh tommy,” you say as he pulls his fingers out of you, slipping them in his mouth to replace the warmth. “don’t be like that, you shake your head at him as he shrugs with this sheepish little naughty smirk on his face.

“oh, you’re bad,” you say to him, crawling over to him as he props himself up with pillows.

he gestures to the way he’s laying and then crosses his arms, his bottom lip in his mouth and his eyes watching you and teasing you. “is that so?” he raises his eyebrows.

you scrunch your nose and flash him a playful dirty look, your legs now straddling his waist. “i hate you,” you snark at him, lips only inches away from his.

“mmhm, yeah, you keep telling yourself that,” he looks at your lips, then back at your eyes, smiling a devious smile at you before diving in for your lips.

it’s slower and gentle. although you want it to be rough and fast-paced, you enjoy the soft touches of his nose against yours and the delicate scoops his lips make with yours. you moan a little into his mouth, needy for more. his hands slowly start to touch you again, only his fingertips dancing along your waist as you suddenly grab his wrists and pin them down on the bed.

his eyes fill with curiosity and wonder as he looks your face up and down, only picturing in his wildest imagination what you could do next.

“no, no,” you pry yourself off of his body, still straddling him and holding his hands out to his sides. “you’re not getting back in that easy,” you tsk at him.

“are you serious?” his mouth opens wide, almost surprised at how dominant you’re acting.

you nod your head, “dead serious.”

his eyes are devious, his lips are twitching; aching to say something but too curious to decide what should be said. making your way down his body, hands and fingers taking theit sweet time caressing every curve of his making goosebumps appear all over his skin.

with his shirt now unbuttoned and open, you trickle your fingers down the center of his abs and stop right at his belt. it’s one of his ticklish spots so he squirms a little and runs his fingers through your hair as you stare at his groin area in aw.

you unbuckle his belt, smiling up at him and seeing this needy, almost whiny look to him. and as you pull down the waist band of his briefs, his hard member pops out and sticks straight up (of course with that little curve to it that you loved so much).

“oh wow, is this all for me?” you tease while actually gawking at how mesmerizing his whole figure is.

tom rolls his eyes playfully, his hands still in your hair, “just shut up and put your mouth on it,” he teases back.

you smile at him and shrug (playfully), laughing it off with him as you purse your lips right over his tip. you know if you start off heavy at his tip, he’ll be close to bursting soon.

just by swirling your tongue around it repetitively, he bites his bottom lip, sucking in air and releasing it through moans and grabbing fistfuls of your hair tighter.

you very slowly ease into it - tommy’s friend can be a little much to take on all at once - glancing up at him and smile when he tries to hold in moans or when his jaw drops even ever so slightly. you could brush your finger across the very bottom and he’d moan, that’s how needy he was.

once you get into a groove, bobbing your head up and down while moving your tongue randomly over his tip and down his shaft, his moans get louder and he’s no longer trying to hide the fact that he’s getting blowed from anyone.

he starts to get really vocal - “that feels so good”, “you’re so good at this”, and just nonesense words through moans and deep gasps.

his hand is still on the back of your head, holding your hair back when he guides you further and further down until your lips reach his skin and the tip is at the back of your throat. the feeling of being so deep is scary, but so worth the thrill when you see the look on his face - amazed and pleased in so many ways.

you keep going faster, knowing he has to be close soon since you’ve started to massage his gems with it too. he’s watching you take all of him, and then his vision goes darker and he looks up, panting breathlessly before he relaxes his head completely.

a few breatht grunts escape from tom and you try to make out what he’s saying before it becomes clearer. “oh my god,” he breathes out again.

“just like that.”

he’s bucking his hips and holding the back of your head, closing his eyes to focus only on the pleasure he’s receiving. “mmm, don’t stop. i’m so close.”

you don’t. you go deeper and faster just because he’s said this, knowing he’s close makes you want to take him so far over the edge so you keep going.

you can tell he’s about to cum when he tightens up every muscle and every grasp he has on you, when he flexes his abs and moans louder and louder as you keep sucking him off even after his sweet warmth has filled your mouth and you’ve swallowed. once he gets too sensitive, he starts shaking a little and that’s when you know when to stop.

he’s breathing so heavily, still not able to open his eyes, a little sweaty, but it’s hot. you lay down next to him, catching your breath as well, smiling at him and waiting for some feedback.

“babe,” he starts. “that was amazing. please do whatever you did every time.” he turns his gaze to look at you and kiss you deeply, passionately, roughly.

“your turn now?” he suggests with a wink.

you just shake your head and chuckle at his cute face. “i actually just wanna be like this, cuddling naked and kissing and maybe falling asleep?” you play with the distinct curls of hair by his ears.

“okay,” he smiles so brightly at you, admiring you and brushing his thumb across your face.

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[whenimaunicorn]

Playing House Part 4.1

Sorry to leave you in suspense yesterday, here’s the next bit! Pure smut all the way through, and building to tomorrow’s grand finale. CW: consensual Dom/sub BDSM, painful impact play

Previous scene

“Spread your legs wider for me.”

You move slower than you want to, mindful of the water swirling at the surface of the cup, held in only by surface tension as you slide your left foot to the side, then your right. The warm hands running up your inner thighs, then playing along the line of your panties, are a bittersweet reward as you must focus on keeping your body rigid and still.

And that was just the prelude. When he cannot disturb your posture with caresses alone, Ivar pinches your bottom – one, two, three quick jabs at increasing intensity. The pain is mild, but meaningful. It spreads a new kind of warmth along your flesh, heightening the sensitivity in your whole lower half. When he resumes his tickles and caresses, it’s even harder to stay standing. “You are doing very well, pet,” he croons. “I see you need a greater challenge.”

From the corner of your eye you can see him reaching for something on the table, but you dare not turn your head. You hear ice cubes clink inside the pitcher.

When Ivar lifts your skirt again you expect to feel cold, based on that sound, but the next sensation is warm, and wet. Ivar lays his mouth against the back of your thigh and sucks softly, swiping his tongue in a lazy circle. Then the ice cube comes, erasing his touch, sliding up to the crease beneath your buttock and then inward along that line.

You make some kind of gasping, protesting sound, but he only laughs. The ice cube is so cold it hurts; you don’t know how you’ve found the willpower not to move. He doesn’t stop at the edge of your panties, slipping it right underneath, to run it up and down your outer labia. You squeal, and try to recoil, but only with a careful twist. You want to pass the test. You don’t let the water spill.

The ice cube moves toward the front of your body, and Ivar increases the pressure just enough to make sure it sinks between your lips and makes contact with your clit. You hiss air in between your teeth and arch your back. Your arms stay rigid.

He chuckles softly and removes the ice. Everything is tingling now, and cold water is seeping through your folds. Your face is flushed, your breath almost a pant. Ivar’s head appears beside your shoulder; he’s checking the water on the tray.

“Still no spills.” He sounds almost disappointed.

“Do you want me to fail?” you ask. Your voice sounds embarrassingly breathy.

He hums in consideration, letting his cheek brush against your arm. “There would certainly be amusement in that. For me.” He nips at your skin with sharp teeth. “Then I would be able to punish you.”

You ponder that one as a fresh thrill runs through your body. Would the punishment be fun? Would it be worth failing the test just to experience it? But your pride, your obedience, won’t let you.

His hands appear at your elbows. “Lift the tray higher.”

He guides you until it comes up past your face. You shift your grip just a little, so the heels of your hands are under the tray, supporting it further. But now you can’t see if you spill. And Ivar’s hands slide down your lifted arms and close over your breasts. He’s just given himself access to new places to torture you.

His fingertips slide up and down the soft skin above the ribboned neckline of the maid costume. Just once. After that his patience seems to break; he curls his fingers around the layers of satin and pulls them down sharply, exposing you all at once. Rough hands cup your breasts, pinching fingers finding your nipples and wasting no time coaxing them to harden.

You moan, and try not to let your arms wobble. It’s scarier not to be able to see the cup. You wish you could just lay back into Ivar’s lap and succumb to the hot, bright pleasure of his massaging grip, but that’s not what Ivar wants from you. Ivar wants you to pass this test. You are going to do your damnedest to give him what he wants.

He works the pinch of his fingers up slowly, stimulating your nipples just to the point of pain, listening to every change in your gasping breaths. You vocalize your sighs into breathy squeals when his tweaks start to hurt, and he slows but does not stop. “Am I hurting you, thrall?”

You whimper. “Only a little.”

He squeezes again. “Do you like it?”

Your body flares. “Yes.”

“Can you take a little more? For me?”

You moan your assent. For him, yes, you will. He pulls, and the pain becomes stronger. There’s pleasure with it, something that makes you feel like you’re floating, and when Ivar lets out a pleased sigh you float higher.

“So good for me. Keep holding that tray.”

With one final caress over your tingling peaks, Ivar’s hands move down to your hips, lifting your skirt one more time. Your cunt is just aching for contact now, every tug on your nipples having caused an answering bloom between your thighs.

You feel his lips brush across the outside of your hip. Kisses turn open-mouth, then he’s biting and sucking all across your flesh, hands groping places his mouth can’t reach. Happy little growls are rumbling out of his throat, and his teeth press harder. This is wilder than his earlier cold, teasing control. Now he seems eager to literally devour you.

“Ivar!” you squeal, once he’s reached the point where you wonder if he’s drawing blood. You haven’t been able to stop the tray from wobbling as your body tried to escape that onslaught, but you’ve at least managed to keep it up above your head, and keep your feet in place, forcing your body to stay inside his cruel reach.

He laughs after removing his teeth from your flesh. “Show me the tray.”

You lower it down below your eyes, arm muscles screaming in relief. There is definitely a pool of water spreading from the base of the cup. You take a deep breath, whole body trembling, as you turn to present your failure to him.

He clucks his tongue, shaking his head in a teasing, mocking disappointment as he examines the spill. His own composure seems to have fully returned, only a slight reddening in the skin around his mouth to hint at his earlier passion. “I thought I told you to stay still.”

It only takes a little playacting to get a remorseful whimper to come out of your throat. “I tried.”

“You did. But I still have to punish you now. Set the tray down.” His voice is cold steel.

You twist to the table and do so, leaning over so as not to step too far away from Ivar. He takes advantage of your imbalance as soon as you put it down, wrapping strong arms around your waist and throwing you face-down on the bed beside him.

His weight is a welcome crush as he lays his body over yours. He’s made you so desperate for contact; without thinking you arch your back and grind your ass up into the curve of his hip.

“So eager to present yourself to me,” he murmurs in your ear. One hand slides up your side, finds your bare breast that he had left hanging out of the costume, and pinches your nipple hard. “Be careful what you wish for.”

He rolls off your body, but when you try and turn with him he holds you down, pressing your chest back into the mattress.

“Don’t think you can seduce me into letting you out of your punishment.” He strokes the back of your thigh and pushes your fluffy skirt up high.

You let your body relax, sinking into Ivar’s bed. Finally you can enjoy his touch without being distracted by anything else. He caresses both cheeks of your ass, and tugs your panties up, forcing more of the fabric snugly into the cleft between. He turns them into a thong silhouette as he bares as much flesh as he can.

He would have your permission to take them off, but you don’t say that to him. The pressure of the extra fabric stuffed between your cheeks feels more erotic, and probably looks amazing.

His nails graze across your flesh, making it tingle. His fingers come to one of the straps of the garter belt that frame your cheeks, and he snaps it sharply. “Do you have any idea how good you look right now.”

You mumble a little affirmative noise.

“How much better you’ll look when this is all red and purple,” he continues, and then he strikes your tender flesh with an open hand.

You squeak in surprise, but try to get your noises under control when Ivar delivers a few more blows in succession. Nerve endings bloom in protest, but the sensation only enhances the tingling need burning in the space between his strikes.

Ivar smooths his hand over the angry flesh, leaning closer to your face. “Can you take more for me? I want to give you more.”

“Yes,” you groan. The mix of pleasure and pain is amazing, and you want to please him so desperately. To be his good girl.

He strikes again, harder. You whimper, curling your fingers into the blanket beneath you, and force yourself to lie still. His strikes start to fall into a rhythm, which makes it easier for you to breathe in between the soft cries he’s pulling from your lips as each successive slap becomes more intense than the last. He’s distributing his blows across the whole canvas of your ass, but the center of your right cheek starts to go more sore and sensitive anyway. You sob raggedly the next time his hand lands there.

Ivar covers the spot with his warm palm, soothing the sting for a moment. He leans close to your ear. “You know, Ubbe is probably listening to you sing.”

You suck in a breath through your teeth. “I didn’t see him outside.”

“Not in the hallway.” Ivar’s hand travels wider, bringing a flood of relief to every abused nerve ending. “He knows where he can best hear from. Your room used to be his, remember?”

Is Ubbe fucking Lothbrok sitting on your bed right now, listening to you whimper and scream? The thought of it sends a new rush of heat through your core. You wonder if he’s got his hand down his pants, or has just whipped his cock out right there next to Mr. Wiggles.

“Be as loud as you want,” Ivar says, and then starts another round of spanking, cruel and fast.

You let yourself yelp, but after only a minute or two, you lose track of the idea of who might be listening. There is nothing in your mind but Ivar and the pain, your desire to impress him, the buzz of endorphins that have you flying, and the grounding impacts of his flesh against yours. Each breath feels precious, and each groan or scream is a blessed release.

You come to a point where you start to think each impact is the last one you can take, the pain growing too red and immediate, and yet you continue to lie still and take just one more. Just one more. You wonder if you should use your safeword. You wonder if you’re supposed to, if he will just keep going until you stop him, if that’s what he’s waiting for. Or is he just not sated yet, and he’ll stop when he is? You don’t want to let him down before he’s done.

He hits that oversensitive right cheek again and you feel yourself twist away from him, a harsher squeal escaping your lips. Your body has taken over where your mind could not decide. Ivar hums a soothing sound and ceases his onslaught, changing to nice touches, smoothing out the prickling, sore sensations left in his wake.

You don’t want to move. Lying prostrate across his bed, face turned to one side, it’s the best you can do to open your eyes slowly as you feel Ivar lie down beside you. One hot hand remains on your ass; proprietary, satisfied. He sets his face just a few inches away from yours, and gazes into your eyes.

You’re exhausted, and fuzzy. You’re flying high on a cocktail of neurotransmitters you’ve never quite experienced before, and all you want to do is bask in it. He did this to you. He made you feel this delicious sort of way. Your eyes pore over Ivar’s fallen-angel face; he seems content to do the same to you. You can’t even feel self-conscious as you just stare at each other, reveling in what just happened, loathe to say anything more about what it might mean for anything past this moment, right now.

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[nikkigrand]

There’s no easy way to say this, but I’m abandoning all of my works. Everything.

This post is going to be long, honest, triggering and deeply personal. So for those who don’t want to read through all of my bullshit, the gist is that I’m not emotionally or mentally capable of writing anymore.

TW ARE IN PLACE.

If you’ve followed me for a while, then you know that my boyfriend was killed in Afghanistan last year. Since then, my life has been a breathless decline into self destruction. I didn’t know—I still don’t know—how to recover from happily waiting for his return to painfully knowing he never will. I swear that some days I feel like he’s still out there and some day he’ll come home and this will all be just a bad dream. I want to wake up to a reality where he steps off that plane and into my arms, where I don’t keep a crumpled old t shirt that smells more of me than him under my pillow, where the shock of hearing certain songs doesn’t make me throw up. A reality where I don’t have to sit in front of his ashes every time I visit his mother and look at his singed necklace around her neck.

I wanted nothing more than to wake up. Just wake the fuck up and feel alive again because for so long I had felt this choking pain and grief and misery and then nothing.

Everything became an escape, something to fill that void in me. I tried all the healthy things. I ate, I worked out, I ran. I talked to people about how I felt and reached out, but nothing helped. I volunteered, i planted trees and flowers, I channeled my grief into kindness. I tried to take all this pain and turn it into something beautiful, and still I felt nothing. I was falling falling falling into this black pit and was reaching for anything to keep me from hitting the bottom.

So I started chasing highs. The standard shit at first. I drank so much alcohol that I’d wake up in bushes with my friends, limbs tangled in ways that left me sore and stinging for days because who the hell passes out in a Rose bush?

At first, drinking was fucking hell, because no matter how much I drank I’d always end up with my head cradled in the palms of my hands, fingers digging into my scalp as I screamed and wailed and asked why why why why when he was so close to coming home and why was life so goddamn mean??? I’d be in bar bathrooms, just curled in the corner and sobbing like a dramatic princess until my friends carried me out. This happened about a dozen times before it just stopped, because I figured I wasn’t drinking enough if I could remember everything.

So I drank more and more and more and then I realized that it wasn’t making me feel better, it wasn’t doing anything for me.

So I started smoking. Just weed, you know. Nothing too crazy at the time. But all that did was make me hyper-fixate on all of my failures and short comings. It made me hate myself so viscerally, so deeply that I wondered if this is who I truly am at my core. A mean bitch who drinks, smokes, parties. A maneater who fucks these poor kind hearted men to fill that hole her dead man left inside her and still finds herself cold and numb after because it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

I’m sure you know where this is going. But I hated myself. I’m a beautiful girl, I’m not blind, and yet I found myself to be so fucking ugly. So fucking ugly and grey and all I wanted—all I needed—was something to breathe life into me the way life itself did before.

I just wanted to feel happy and normal. Only for a little while. That need was so encompassing it would grip my insides and I’d cry from how much I wanted it, how much I had convinced myself I needed it. It was all I fucking wanted.

So the bumps came. And then the lines. And then whole baggies to myself. And it felt amazing, it was wonderful. The world was alive, things were different. I had more energy, more life in me than I had in months. Then the other type of lines came and it made me feel like I was floating away. There was no pain, no misery, no death hanging over my shoulder to remind me that the strength of your love can’t make people stay.

But soon, that too wasn’t enough. Like every other thing, I felt there was something better, something that could make me feel more. So here is where I tell you about all the pills I popped, all the different colored presses and how each one pulled me out of that hole I was falling into and deposited me above the ground —much higher than I could have ever dreamed of—and filled my grey world with beautiful gorgeous colors.

Then I can tell you about all the tabs I let dissolve on my tongue, or fully swallowed out of impatience, all of the lines of ketamine I combined with ecstasy and acid in one night. The things I saw, the way I felt—it took me far from this dismal life and was addicting. I was chasing something every weekend until it became every other day, chasing some feeling I still can’t name, and I knew that it was ruining me.

My grief and my drugs were killing me, and I knew it. With every cotton mouth, every clenched jaw, every pounding headache, I fucking knew and didn’t care. I’d look at my friends faces and I knew, I knew they loved me and would be devastated if they knew what I was doing, and I still didn’t care. What was life if it felt this empty?

My grades dropped, i turned down a contracting job I wanted for years, I spent all my money on psychedelics and stimulants, and it had gotten to a point where I’d pop a pill while sitting at home just because I didn’t want to be sober and didn’t want to think about how fucked up my life was becoming.

Then one day I was at a concert, high in the clouds with a joint settled comfortably between my lips and frizzy hair piled messily atop my head, when I saw a girl get carried out the venue by medics. She was probably a few years younger than I am, and i remember looking at her face impassively as they pushed through the crowd with her body thrown over this bear of a man’s shoulder as if in slow motion. She was pale and foaming at the mouth, with her arms dangling limply down his back, and she looked dead—she was dead. I knew in that same way you know that the sky is blue when the sun is up, I just knew.

And in that moment—those few seconds it took me to acknowledge that she had most likely overdosed and died—this intense yearning shot through me, so strong that I felt it in the crooks of my fucking elbows, like I wanted to embrace whatever the fuck it was that I desired to live inside me, and this voice cried out, “I wish that were me.”

And you know what, I didn’t even know I had spoken until the guy next to me shoved me in the shoulder and said, “no you don’t.”

And that terrified me. I remember dropping the joint, fumbling it in my shaking fingers, burning myself on the lit end, before handing it off to that same random guy and running off to get some air.

I’m not stupid and I’m not blind. I know I’m depressed, I know I’ve got issues, but I had never said something so suicidal out loud up until that point. I’ve never vocally wished for death and even as I sat there, as I looked out at the people outside the venue huddled together doing whip it’s and killing brain cells, I still wanted to be that poor dead girl on that man’s shoulders.

That was it for me. I remember calling an Uber home on the spot and taking everything I had and flushing it. Im not going to sit here and lie to you and tell you that it was easy. I had convinced myself that I needed these things to make me happy, and i don’t know if I can ever see life the same way after them. The feelings you get off these things are otherworldly, it’s so damn good, but they come at a price. You dont feel the same way you did before you took them, and you never will. You’ll never be who you were before that high, but you can almost convince yourself that it’s worth it. So it was pretty damn hard to take my neon presses, my rocks. my capsules, my bud and my tabs, and flush them down the toilet.

Almost immediately after I did it, I cried. Mostly because i had flushed hundreds of dollars down the fucking toilet, but also because I had become that girl in those cheesy college movies. You know the one, the one where the party girl gets addicted to drugs and goes on a bender and her whole life is just one big goddamn tragedy that won’t end. I hate those fucking movies and I, for the life of me, could not believe I was that girl.

I had been military, straight laced with a good head on my shoulders and a hard worker. I was smart, respected, the girl everyone wanted to bring home to mom. And now I was a hot mess crying in my bathroom because I had just flushed my addiction down the shitter.

Now I’m just home, trying to gather the pieces of myself in a way that doesn’t cause long term damage when I’ve yet to hit my 27th birthday.

I still go out with my friends. They know nothing about what I’ve done because I’ve always gone out and done things alone. This is the first time I’ve ever spilled my guts.

So where does FanFiction come into play in all this. Well, it’s simple, really, if you’ve gotten to this point and picked out all the mistakes in grammar. My brain is so fucked up that I can barely write a passable 3 page essay. I can’t remember words, much less how to string them together to form something beautiful in the way I used to. Trust me, it kills me and I’ve agonized over it for hours. I once tried to take this amazing idea I had and put it to paper but it would just not flow. Nothing made sense. Where before writing was effortless and focused, now my brain could barely concentrate on forming a sentence that didn’t sound like gibberish.

My attention span is so short that I literally have to isolate myself with no internet and my textbooks to get work done. It’s so bad that I have anxiety and panic attacks about the fact that I feel like a whole dumbass with one brain cell, where before I was proud of my intelligence and could hold decent conversation.

I’m still pretty, as if that fucking matters, but now I’ve got a stutter and can’t hold eye contact because my paranoia makes me think they’re judging me. And let me tell you, I’m so fucking pissed about that because I know it’s just my fried brain thinking these things, and there’s no one to blame but myself.

And I still feel empty and numb. How can I write about love and human emotions when I don’t feel anything? How can I write about looking at someone and loving them when the memory of love faded like my lover’s ashes in the wind? I just can’t.

I know love as it whispers against my skin with each interaction between me, friends, even other men, and yet I look at them and feel absolutely nothing.

So Yeah, I can’t write my stories if I can’t get my brain or my heart to work.

I’m really sorry to all my loyal readers. I really am. I wish I had been stronger. Thank you for all of your support throughout the years.

Don’t do drugs.

[iheartlegolas]

legolas thinks reader is human cause he’s dumb lol

word count: 1338

warnings: none

summary: legolas thinks the reader is human cause he's dumb lol

enjoy :)

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Gentle waves of water pushed to the shore. Legolas felt a weight in his hands as he urged himself to reach for yours. Though they were empty he could not bring himself to lift them. You were staring at the sea in front of you, your mind someplace else, completely oblivious to Legolas's silent and hidden breakdown that was happening right next to you.

"What are your plans?" He said suddenly, breaking the silence of aqua waves thrashing. You looked over to him in question, "After this quest is over, what is next?" He added, his eyes slowly making their way to yours. But what he was truly asking you was, "How long left do I have with you?" The aching thought of your mortality looming in every second passing in your company. Almost too much for him to withhold.

You looked back at the sea, thinking of an answer, "I want to travel Middle Earth, something I've yearned to do since I was young but have been held back by responsibilities." You were a descendant from an Istari, yet were unknown to many for your caregivers chose to keep it discreet. As you grew you were often hoarded with stacks of texts in ancient books and scrolls, each detailing the way of your kind. Although you were not mortal, you were still fairly young in the eyes of an immortal.

His smile ghosted his lips and slowly made an appearance at your response. He wasn't naturally a pessimist, but out of anything, he also never expected to find himself deeply in love with a human; a mortal. Every word that left your mouth, he took in and appreciated, praying to Valar that he would never forget the sound of your voice. There were many things he wanted to be engraved into his memory, from the feeling of his hand brushing through your hair to the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed. In Rivendell, where you met for the first time, Legolas spent the entire time sneaking curious glances at you that were mostly unnoticeable. During the quest, before you'd become close friends, your eyes would travel to the Elven Prince with the same wonder and your eyes would lock with his before one of you would quickly look away.

Now you were here, watching the waves as you awaited Aragorn's call for you all to leave and continue on with the quest. Dusk was approaching, the mist in the air brought small chills to the tip of your nose.

"Alone?" He asked, hoping that you would prefer to have company rather than facing the dangers of Middle Earth companionless. And, simply because he craved every second with you. He would prefer to leave the last part out for now.

"I've only ever been alone up until the fellowship." You said, contemplating your reply because you too were eager to invite Legolas to accompany you. Of course, only if his kingdom gave him the freedom to do such. You would never tear him away from his people. Legolas opened his mouth to reply, but you added, "But...I was hoping you would come with me."

"It would be an honour." He said, turning to smile fondly at you. "I am eager to show you my home, Mirkwood, the trees are taller than any you have ever seen before and the nights a clear crisp air with bright stars."

"You'd invite me into your home?" You smiled, feeling your face heat up.

Legolas bowed his head down, nodding confidently. "We have much to see. If only we had more time." He quietened at the end, his heart thumping.

"I think we can get a lot done in a short amount of time." You smiled, clueless as to what he was referring to yet overjoyed with his companionship with you.

This time, you noticed it as you shared an anxiety-ridden glance with him. Something was wrong, but before you could ask he spoke, "I have something I must tell you."

You nodded, his voice bearing the deliverance of bad news, at least in your mind. His eyes were pools of sadness and euphoria combined, he reached out and held your hand to his heart. You felt the rapid beating thumping into your palm. "My immortality is nothing compared to what I feel for you. For so long I have wondered what true love has felt like, how it fell into my arms and embraced me." His eyes searched yours for a sign of the requited love. Your breath was caught in your throat, your eyes fixated on his.

"Legolas..." You said, not even noticing the fact that he assumed you were mortal, more so focused on his confession of love for you.

"I cannot keep it a secret any longer, (Y/n). For so long I have yearned to confess." He inched closer, his grip gently squeezing your hand. "My heart is yours, Melamin. For as long as the sun rises and stars shine. Even after our time is up."

You said nothing, still staring into those gleaming eyes.

"Say something." He urged quietly after a few moments, his face slightly flushing at your lack of response.

"Legolas..." You had nothing to say that hadn't already escaped from his lips. Instead, your fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt and you pulled him in, going on your tiptoes to properly face his tall being. "You fool." Your lips touched his and soon after they joined you in unison. Understanding what was happening, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you as close as possible. You felt his lips curve and pull into a smile as you kissed, unable to hold back your own as well.

"If I am a fool for loving you, so be it." He whispered into the tender kiss, deep vocals vibrating onto your lips.

You abruptly pulled away, "You are a fool for thinking I am a mortal." You said firmly, not offended but wanting to clarify your immortality. "Do I really look like a human?" your voice softened, suddenly feeling the urge to cover your humanlike ears with your hair. You looked down at your dark clothing, not fully realizing until now how Legolas must have gotten the impression you were a ranger alike Aragorn.

Legolas was quiet, his face depicting contemplation through dilated pupils.

He examined you as you awkwardly stood before him, trying to retrace his memory of any immortal beings that took the form of a human being. His body tensed as he thought deeply, truly feeling like an imbecile.

"I am an Istari, a wizard." You said. There was no way he did not know of the Istari with Gandalf casually trotting in front of the fellowship with a large staff at the beginning of the journey, the literal embodiment of what anyone would think of when the word wizard was said.

He examined you again, almost as though he was wondering why you weren't armed with a wand or wearing an ancient robe. He held back the urge to plant his palm on his forehead, looking down for a moment in slight shame of how little he knew of the Istari. You squeezed his hand and he looked up with enlightened eyes, pressing his lips to yours again. "Truly?" he said, "How could I have been so blind?" He breathed out shakily, relief swarming throughout his body. Warm hands cupped your face. "We may be together for all eternity."

You nodded, sighing contentedly. In the beginning, all you had to fight for was Middle Earth, your fate was never a priority. This time you had someone to call home, someone you would travel Arda with. Something else to fight for. Despite the remaining battles to be endured as the journey continued with the smell of death and final breaths floating in the air, you felt as though you were light on your feet. Euphoric, on top of the world. That was how Legolas made you feel.

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Elvish - English

Melamin - My love

Arda - Middle Earth

[pokeshippingflashfic]

Hi! It's me again :) I would like to request another Ash comforting Misty flashfic. This time I imagined Misty having a panic attack. Hope the idea appeals to you! And take your time, no worries :)

[Hah, perhaps unfortunately, after I received this request and gave it a whopping five minutes of thought, I suddenly felt really inspired to just go for it.]

She was floating rather blissfully in a pool of water. Small waves lapped softly against her, pushing her rather loftily to and fro as she blinked up straight into a bright sun that, despite it’s shine, didn’t seem to hurt her vision. A multitude of water-type Pokemon were swimming around her, some diving under or leaping over, just everywhere… and she accepted this rather passively even not knowing whose Pokemon they were or where they’d come from.

It was a rather pleasant dream overall… until it wasn’t.

What’s…?

Suddenly she was sinking down, the sun fading away, taking its light and - she assumed though she couldn’t say she felt it - warmth with it. The Pokemon, no more than vague shadows representing familiarity, had all but vanished except for one. 

She was gripping her Staryu by its top point as it dove deeper into inky, cool abyss, leading her towards… something. She was looking for something, desperate to save it, but she could barely see her Pokemon plunging through its element a foot or two in front of her. How could she possibly find…?

What’s happening…?

Training instincts told her to conserve oxygen, but her lips flew open anyway as if trying to call out to her target. Bubbles and breath and a single word escaped her, in such clear articulation she knew it shouldn’t have been possible.

“Ash!”

She was looking for Ash, her best friend. He’d fallen from so far, so fast… He was sinking! Was he even conscious…? She remembered now, at least that much, but the anchoring question of why seemed impossible to answer at present. She had to find him!

Where was he? How much farther would she have to go? How could she possibly hope to find him in this blackness? And how far had she gone without needing to take a breath…?

And yet Staryu continued to faithfully carry her onward in their mission.

She had reached a peak of lucidity just in time for an object slightly larger than her hand to float hazily by. Without concern, she snatched it out of the murk. 

It was a cap she had seen on his head near constantly in recent days, her heart plummeting in breathless fear and panic at the sight of it in her grasp and him nowhere in sight. She didn’t think about the insensibility behind calling out to him again.

“Ash!” The shriek of her own unnerved horror threatened to deafen her as well as her Pokemon. “Ash, where are you?!” 

“Misty, wake up!”

Her eyes snapped open, wiry muscles rigid as a damp sheen clung to her brow and neck. Fists clenching tightly around her bedroll, she leaped into a sitting position, at this point realizing she hadn’t taken a single breath since waking, inhaling deeply in response.

“I… What…?” she whispered, vocal chords weak and throat dry. Craning her neck, wild gaze taking in her surroundings, she was met with Ash Ketchum and his partner Pikachu staring her up and down looking reasonable taken aback from beside her.

“Uh… you okay?” the young man asked after a few seconds, leaning a little closer. She couldn’t answer, fingers wringing their way around the hem of her sleeping bag at the mere question. “You looked like you were having a nightmare.”

A nightmare…?

“Pikachupi, kachu pika?”

“Y - yeah, we were worried. Glad you’re up now though.” And, looking slightly bashful, averting his gaze, Ash added, “It… kinda sounded like you were calling out my name. But…”

Almost any other time, the redheaded teenage girl would have read something into how flustered he looked at the thought of her dreaming about him. She also would have had the clear head to feel self-conscious over an Ash donned in nothing more than boxer shorts and a bandage around his scalp, which was currently the case. All the sight did now was remind her of…

“I think… about earlier…” she muttered, heart leaping up into her throat, stomach churning before icing over. “Or… I guess it was yesterday…”

“Oh.” It was hard to tell by the dim light of the low fire but his face seemed a little paler.

Yesterday, when Team Rocket had last attacked them. It had been all of six or so hours ago; barely dusk. They had used their tricks to steal Pikachu as well as Ash’s belt lined with the rest of his Pokeballs before taking off in their latest hot air balloon. 

In her effort to assist, Misty had released Staryu to sabotage their escape but her precious water-type’s rapid spin had only been able to cut all of two ropes tying the villains’ basket to their balloon. One rope had been secured again by the Rocket gang and tied slipshod once more while Ash, in furious pursuit, had grabbed the other one before they’d lifted too high from the ground, immediately carried up and away with them.

Misty had seen him try to climb it while she ran to catch up, seen also Team Rocket’s collected anger and alarm as they attempted to shake him loose before Jessie had released one of her own Pokemon to force the teenage boy to let go.

Ash hadn’t much chance at evading; it was hard to do so when he was busy trying to keep his grip on what was steadily becoming a literal life line, Pikachu calling out to him from where he was trapped a good twenty or so feet overhead.

Even from her slowly increasing distance, Misty heard the blast that was Jessie’s Gourgeist releasing their seed bomb. The attack descended, exploding as it approached her friend. Ash was shouting, slipping, flailing, a second explosive impact and he was suddenly falling from the sky as her heart stopped–

No more playing softball! 

He’d hit the body of water that had (luckily) drifted below him with a sickening smack on his back, sunk quickly below the surface. It all happened so swiftly.

Gyarados appeared in a familiar flash of red and roared, his trainer commanding him to immediately leap and bite through Team Rocket’s balloon, tearing the fabric instantly and disabling the criminal trio’s getaway. So violent, so much, so fast.

In the meantime, Misty grabbed a hold of Staryu, inhaled deeply and held it, both diving to search for their friend… So dark… So gone… So quickly…

“Hey, are you okay?” Ash abruptly asked her, voice sounding distant and hollow, reverberating in her eardrums, the sound challenged by her roaring, pounding heartbeat.

“I…”

“Misty, what’s wrong?” He sounded a little more anxious now during round two, and she was surprised to vaguely notice his hand around her wrist, though she couldn’t feel it for some reason.

“I don’t…” She couldn’t breathe, response reduced to a throaty gasp. Her throat was coated in plastic and suffocating. Her skin was burning from cold somehow, she needed water–

–he was sinking so deep down–

–and air–

–holding her breath, but she would top out after one hundred and eighty seconds max and how much time had passed already–

–sweat was pouring from her forehead, her neck, she was either numb or aching, on fire, her gaze vacant, and it scared him if he was being honest–

“–Misty, what’s going on–?”

“Pikachupi!”

–where was he, where is he, how big is this place… his hat is in her free hand, her grip on Staryu stiffening, she would have to sacrifice the hat if, or when, she found him–

–so many times, this had happened too many times already since knowing him, what if she doesn’t get to him quick enough, what if he–

“–Hey!”

His shout was enough to momentarily clear her head. Perhaps he was able to sense that fact because he took advantage, and Misty felt the shocking impression of cool hands resting firmly against her flushed cheeks. Then the two were eye to eye and her wave of despair and doom and panic briefly subsided.

“Listen, Mist, you’re not there, you’re here. Pay attention to me right now!” he told her forcibly, and she felt him tug a little uncomfortably, her neck yanking, so she wouldn’t lose focus. “Look at me, okay? Can you do that?”

She could barely hear him, gaze flickering between the fire light glowing in his eyes to his fringe and lashes, to his cheeks… It was all him though… She could… She could do this!

“You need to take a breath! C’mon, we’ve got this, just do what I do, look,” after which he did indeed lead by example. She watched his chest rise and fall, his eyes fluttering momentarily closed and lips pursed barely open as he exhaled.

She gurgled and choked, blinked away the white hot tears at the corner of her burning eyes, halfheartedly shook her head in defeat.

“It’s okay, c’mon, we’ll try again together, now in through your nose,” he coached her, slowly initiating his own attempt and waiting until he heard her copy it before moving on, “and then out through your mouth… You got it!” he applauded her, “Okay, and again… Let’s do it a few more times…”

It seemed forever and yet also instantaneous for the symptoms to subside, and she did what she could to bear in mind what Ash was saying and doing to tether her to the present.

“–take a breath–”

His hands on her cheeks…

“–Pay attention to me right now–”

His shoulders rising and falling…

“–we’ll try again together–”

His face overtaking her vision, mere inches from hers, collarbone connecting to his bare chest…

Ash wasn’t sure what emotional response was most prevalent a few minutes later when his redheaded friend, still trembling a little but no longer writhing and choking, maneuvered to cover his hands with her own, both pairs now held against her cheeks. Part of him was pleased, it seemed to be her first conscious and calm move since… whatever had happened. Another part of him was loath to admit how flustered he felt as her somehow inconceivably soft fingers splayed over his own rougher ones.

“S - so… what happened?” he had the nerve to eventually ask her, though he could still barely look her in the eyes. Her current object of focus was Pikachu curled up in her lap while she patted his short fur coat. The teen boy noticed it offered a pleasant distraction, all things considered.

“Dunno,” she croaked, cleared her throat, tried to elaborate. “That’s… never happened before that I know of. It’s like… I was having that nightmare, I think it was based off what happened… y’know, yesterday… But then I couldn’t stop thinking of it… Then I was feeling it, like it was happening all over again, and I was… thinking of you, losing you…” She didn’t give the flush on her cheeks the chance to settle, continuing with her description. “Y’know, you worry me too much, Mr. Pokemon Master!” she finished rather harshly, faltering in her grounding activity.

“Mwah, wait a sec, now it’s my fault?!”

“Of course it is, you dummy! I mean, you shouldn’t have done that! We would have gotten your Pokemon back eventually! We always do!”

Rather than risk a rebuttal that would lead to another panic attack, he stared her down before heaving a deep sigh and relenting.

“Sorry… It’s second nature by now.”

She thought about asking him if he meant his self-sacrificing nature or worrying her to near death but decided against it. They’d been through enough by now and it was only roughly three in the morning!

“Y’know Ash, I can admit after all the time we’ve known each other… that I really like the kind of person you are,” she iterated almost affectionately instead, “You’re passionate and considerate, at least when you wanna be,” she made a point to add. “But sometimes… I really wish you’d take a little better care of yourself. Every time something like… like yesterday happens… I worry it’s the last time I’ll ever see you.”

The… last time? he thought, not quite understanding immediately what she’d been getting at… Oh, there it was. He hummed under his breath, brow furrowed, had gotten to the point of opening his mouth without a clue as to what he’d say before she interrupted him.

“Well, if there’s anything I know for sure it’s that there’s no changing you… so I guess for now at least I’ll have to do my best to support you.”

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks.” The response was so simple but he honestly had no idea what else he could say. Perhaps it was something for another time.

“I mean, after your help earlier, I guess I owe you, right?”

But Ash was briefly overwhelmed by the flashback of his regaining consciousness with blurred vision on the hard ground the evening before, head aching and blood dripping from his temple, Misty kneeling over him soaking wet and shaking from the brisk chill, practically crying even as she smiled in relief at the sight of him coming to.

His gratitude and… something he couldn’t quite place swept through him and swelled up, filling every ounce of his person as he took in the sight of his best friend sitting at his side.

“Please, Mist,” he told her peaceably in utter confidence, “it was the least I could do for you.”

[There were a couple details i left out because of the word count limit. Ash was down to boxers because he didn’t plan ahead, simple as that. His only outfit was soaked after falling into the water so yeah, it’s meant to be air-drying. Misty is fully dressed because she did plan ahead. Lol. Ash also received some cuts and stuff from the minor explosives and Pikachu escaped his cage when Gyarados attacked TR’s balloon, after which he rescued his trainer’s PokeBelt from them. Just in case anyone was curious. As for Misty’s panic attack timing, I felt that the adrenaline rush in the moment would keep her from falling prey to it so that’s why it takes place hours later when she has time to think. As for how Ash helps her control it, he’s instinctively offering her deep breathing and grounding techniques which - if you’re unfamiliar - are pretty basic mental coping skills.

Also a few unrelated things: Please do not just like this story! If you had a good time reading, I implore you to share this and help me spread the word about this blog! I haven’t received many requests lately, only one every 6-15 days! That being said, if you have a fic request, please send it in! I have 1 or 2 in my inbox and a couple others in drafts that I’ve started but I could use some more prompts if you’re interested in me writing for them!]

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FOLKLORE: 1st Listen

1. The 1 - “I’m on some new shit” Love the production ooooo..... “If you never bleed then you’re never gonna grow.” Why does this remind me of HAYLOR?!?!!? Omg my heart. “It woulda been fun if you woulda been the one” Wow!!!!!! “And if my wishes came true it woulda been you” Wowowowowow!!!!!! WHAT AN OPENER

2. Cardigan - High heels on cobblestones what an IMAGE. I love her range here omg. “Baby kiss it better, Iiiiiiiii” I LOVE the breathiness of it. A friend to all is a friend to none, you tell em girl!!!! This song is so COZY I just feel like war, and soft listening to it. So much piano. “You drew stars around my scars but now I’m bleeding.” So softttt “Leaving like a father” 🥺🥺🥺 “These hands had to let it go free and this love came back to me// I knew you’d come back to me”

3. The last great American dynasty - Ok I was not excited for this one. The initial synth is interesting. Rebecca who tf is Rebecca? Saint Louis and Bill? This is specific.... Hmmmm okay I see a trend of blaming women. THE RHODE ISLAND SET HOLLA!!!! Dali?! Hmmm maddest, shameless now... What’s the twist in the bridge tell me? OMG IS THAT HER HOUSE!!! AHHHHHHH YES OMG!!!!! Loudest yessss! LITERALLY A SOMG ABOUT HER HOUSE I CANT. I like this chorus so much

4. Exile - I’m stoked for this one. Mucho piano. Omgggggg the vocals well done Bon Iver!!!!! “You’re not my homeland anymore” BROKEN HEART. “Now I’m in exile seeing you out.” There’s the title... Balancing on breaking branches :( “I’m not your problem anymore, so who am I offending now.” Awww “you were my crown” proceeds the exile line, that’s so sad and beautiful like THEY WERE ROYALTY IN LOVE. I love this interplay of perspectives holy shit this bridge. Her voice is so delicate and his is so strong they are just CHEFS KISS together!!!!! Like sneaking out a movie theater? This album is PERFECT for midnight release. I am obsessed with the ending of this song OMG. J’adore.

5. My tears ricochet - Ok time for track five I am not ready. Ooo floaty vocals me gusta. Omg it’s like a wake?? I love how she says loved you, cause I loved you. It’s almost British. Oooo SAVING FACE BURN GIRL. “You know I didn’t want to have to haunt you.” This is so prettyyyyyyyyy. It’s like Clean gets a whole album! “Just not home”. “Miss me in your bones.” “Stolen lullabies” THESE IMAGES LIKE WHAT. Not sure where the title fits in with the other story like if she’s dead how is she crying? Does he just not really care? Is he a robot? Hm. Much to think about

6. Mirrorball - TRACK 6 mirrorball. PLEASE be about the outfit to end all outfits! Kidding. Definitely not lol. This sounds like a middle school slow dance song.... shining just for you 😍 definitely a middle school slow dance song. “I can change everything about me to fit in.” Ouch Taylor. This is like the softest thing and also the saddest thing how she feels she has to try to keep his attention the whole time. I wasn’t expecting it to be sad?!

7. Seven - Aptly named seven. Ok we’re not waiting here let’s go. This has a little strummy country vibe? “Are there still beautiful things” powerful question. “Passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long”. This feels like a song about her childhood. I really like this melody. It’s so gentle and pretty 😍

8. August - {WOW APPLE MUSIC WAY TO CATCH UP WITH THE FUCKING WORLD I HATE YOU. Okay we’re back!!!} Salt air?! I already love it. And rusty doors. Yes. Okay my birthday feels safe. “August sipped away like a bottle of wine cause you were never mine”🥺. Wait this is like happy retrospective WHEN WE WERE STILL CHANGING FOR THE BETTER, FOR ME IT WAS ENOUGH TO LIVE FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL. “I can see us lost in a memory, august slipped away in a memory, cause it was never mine” this is so freaking ethereal and pretty. And she is repeating the hope of it all?! Inject this directly into my veins ughhhhh

9. This is me trying - “I didn’t know if you’d care if I came back” I love how she has all these images of bumbling and fumbling and puts it next to her saying she is trying, working on that communication. “I got wasted like all my potential. My words shoot to kill when I’m bad” Wait I have so many amazing lyrics I can’t even keep up with it what is happening. “It’s hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you”

10. Illicit affairs - curious about this title???? What’s going to happen. Oooo a sneaky love thing going on. “Clandestine meetings and longing stares”. LITTLE DEATH TAYLOR SWIFT I SEE YOU LE PETIT MORT. “Dwindling mercurial high”?! Damn girl!!! Ooo okay no more orgasm things, just about lies now. Death to lies. “You showed me colors I can’t see with anyone else” “you taught me secret language I can’t speak with anyone else” Wait is it over?! The sudden endings WOW.

11. Invisible string - I keep hearing all these colors and all I can thing is RED. “Invisible string tying you to me”. I just LOVE all these pretty floating songs! “She said I look like an American singer” Omg I wonder if this is about her meeting joe IT IS IT IS THE DIVE BAR IS BACK. “One single thread of gold” ugh I love the running themes this woman uses! “Now I send their babies presents 😍” “hell was the journey but it brought me heaven” I LOVE THIS SONG OMG

12. Mad woman - I’ve been so curious about this OKAY!!!!!! TAYLOR SWIFT SAID FUCK IT HAPPENED. “Every time you call me crazy I get more crazy what about that?” “No one likes a mad woman YOU MADE HER LIKE THAT” OH MY GODDDDDD YES TELL THEM TAYLOR. “Doing your dirtiest work for you” holy SHIT Taylor this is scooter’s call out song and I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS. “I’m taking my time because you took everything from me, watching you climb over people like me” I CANT KEEP UP TAYLOR THIS IS SO SHARP OMG and the dRUMS MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY

13. Epiphany - WHEW okay lots I’m still processing so epiphany whatcha got?! “Something med school did not cover, someone’s daughter, someone’s mother.” Omg aNOTHER HOSPITAL SONG SERIOUSLY Taylor baby no :((((( “you dream of some epiphany, just one single glimpse of relief to make some sense of what you’ve seen” I wonder if this is for nurses and caregivers?

14. Betty - oh HELLO harmonica!!!!! Is this one of the love triangle songs? TAYLOR SAID FUCK AGAIN TWICE IN ONE ALBUM! I WAS NOT EMOTIONALLY PREPARED FOR THIS!!!!! I like the melody in this though, it’s so pretty and it reminds me of her older stuff! WAIT FUCK IS IN THE CHORUS SO SHE’S SAYING IT A LOT AHHHHH. “A figment of my worst intentions” omgggggg what a great line?! Okay wait this has SO MANY CARDIGAN PARALLELS AT THE END THIS IS ONE OF THE THREE. SO IS CARDIGAN what is #3?!

15. Peace - interesting starting song hmmmmmmmm. Sounds more bluesy! “Our coming of age is come and gone.” So she can’t give peace- “I would die for you in secret, the devil’s in the details but you got a friend in me.” This song is really hitting a lot tbh. “It’s like I’m wasting your honor.” Taylor this is sad 🥺 “the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me”

16. Hoax - hOW are we already at the end?! I like the super gentle piano in the back. “Your faithless love’s the only hoax I believe in. Don’t want no other shade of blue but you.” She’s so vulnerable and this is really hard to listen to. Love was just as hard as when they pulled you apart?

Physical Album Update on (TBD)

1. The lakes

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Tell me about your ocs!

I got two people actually say they want it and a few more liking the post so here we go, in no particular order:

Takashi Shimizu

Male

His quirk allows him to change the pressure of water, allowing flow to increase or decrease in speed. Can be deadly if worked on.

Hero outfit is currently just a wet suit and cap. It has a logo that says “logo” in kanji.

Cheery

Made for an attempt at a collab classroom

Has artwork made

Ayame Togata

Female

Made as one of the two Big Three twins I made

Has an upgraded version of her father’s quirk that allows her clothes to stay on and even clip through dust particles, making her appear to float in the air.

Actually a villain

Is a villain because she, quote “wants people to fear her instead of respect her”

Has artwork made

Tomomi Amajiki

Male

Other twin

Also has an upgraded version of his father’s quirk. It can last longer and have more unique effects when he eats meals or combined foods.

A currently unknown to him combination allows him to see the future.

Is currently hiding the fact of being able to see the future because he doesn’t know what causes it.

Haruto Ueda

Male

Quirk allows him to manipulate clouds, including if they have lightning in them or not.

Hair is cloudlike, but not in the same way as our canon cloud boi who I’m forgetting the name of.

For the collab classroom

Has artwork made

Kaori Yamasaki

Female

Quirk is spider. She’s spider-like and can do things spiders can do. {climb up walls, produce silk from her mouth, venomous bite etc.}

For the collab classroom

Has artwork made

Mao Maki

Female

Quirk allows her to grow flowers on any living or once-living surface. If it’s an animal, it’s one that works with their personality or species. If it’s a plant, it’s the type they normally grow. They sting badly and fall off after a few minutes.

Very serious about becoming a hero.

For the collab classroom

Has artwork made

Sherley Zima

Female

One of my examples of “this started out as a planned self-insert but now she’s her own thing” OCs

Quirk allows her to manipulate the temperature around her. The closer to the center of her radius {her} you get, the stronger it’s effects. Unless you’re on top of her. Then there’s no effect at all.

She’ll pass out if she uses it for long. The effect will slowly dissipate in those instances.

Exchange student.

Is now part of the collab classroom

Has artwork made

Kumiko Hisakawa

Female

Don’t remember her quirk

Was made for the collab classroom

I really should try and remember her quirk

Has artwork made

Yuuma Aizawa

Male

EraserMic child

Quirk allows him to erase the quirk of others with vocal commands. Vocal commands are also needed to deactivate it. Can only erase one quirk at a time.

The vocal commands are along the lines of “stop”, “cancel”, and their reverses.

Mostly reclusive personality.

Didn’t discover his quirk until he was about 13.

Might change him to nonbinary but still using he/him pronouns

Kageko Yukimura

Demifemale

Self-insert villain made to ship with Dabi because shut up

Quirk manipulates liquids at the molecular level, allowing her to boil or freeze any liquid {that can boil/freeze} as long as she has physical contact on it.

Ultimately her goal is to kill 99% of all people who kill innocent people and any “heroes” that don’t kill killers or at least advocate for “this person should be killed ngl”

????????

He/Him

Villain that I haven’t given a name to yet

Has a horrifying quirk that’s a type of brainwashing that makes the affected person believe they were acting of their own free-will as they’re under it.

Activates with wrong answers to questions.

Yuu Ikeda

Genderfluid

Any pronouns but he/him are allowed.

Quirk allows them to quick heal and regenerate any lost body part, from skin to full limbs to even organs.

When regenerating, their frame can change, along with other things. The only thing they can’t change is their eye and hair colors.

Ran away from home because their parents weren’t accepting

Is a black market villain at the age of 11.

Keeps selling their own organs to stay alive

Is actually very kind and probably would’ve tried to be a hero if they had an accepting household.

Is one of my favorites

Hoshiko Kaminari

She/Her

One of three Denki Kaminari x Ibara Shiozaki kids I made because It’s my rare pair and I choose if they have kids!

Oldest

Her quirk is that she has electric fence wiring as hair. As a result, she needs an insanely high amount of iron in her diet.

Side effect to her quirk is that she’s immune to all electricity-based attacks.

Doesn’t know how to swim, and even if she did her hair would weigh her down.

Hair needs to be cut with wire cutters or similar, as it doesn’t stop growing unless she stops getting her needed iron.

Hair-wires stay live for about 10 seconds after being cut

Another one of my faves

Rai Kaminari

Male

Middle child, younger brother of Hoshiko.

Has the same quirk as his father, but can withstand higher amounts of voltage before frying.

Hinata Kaminari

Nonbinary

Youngest of the family, Hoshiko’s younger sibling.

Quirkless

Yuki Tetsutetsu

Female

Name is not written as “雪” {snow}, but as “勇気” {courage}

Don’t have another parent, probably just someone I’ll make later {unless someone else wants to}

Quirk allows her to make any metal she holds stronger and can be unbreakable with focus. It can still get knocked out of her hands, though.

If I have to explain who her dad is....

David Jerome

Male

Made for my AU story “Reborn”

One of the reborn individuals {you’ll understand what that means soon}

Quirkless

Was an American tourist at death. As a result, is Japanese isn’t perfect

Died in a car crash, along with his mother and father. Only his younger sister survived on their end.

Kind but quiet. Very supportive

Default emotions are fear and regret

Yuuki Hayashi

Female

Made for my AU story “Reborn”

One of the reborn individuals

Don’t remember the quirk I had given her, but it wasn’t an impressive or powerful one.

Died from anaphylactic shock

Default emotion is disappointment in self

Kohaku Mizushima

Agender

Made for my AU story “Reborn”

One of the reborn individuals.

Quirk allowed them to make a ball around them as a defense. It was hard to break and could hold in whatever was already around him as well. Couldn’t be seen through and wasn’t recommended for long use.

Died from... drowning... that may have been self caused...

Harsh, but very much protective

Default emotions are sadness and anger

Ryou

Male

Made for my AU story “Reborn”

Quirk allows him to resurrect anyone who has died within the last 24 hours. Upon resurrection, the revived {which he calls “reborn”} will have different colored sclera than before that relate to how they died in one way or another. They cannot die from the same thing again, and he cannot revive someone more than once.

Has a friend that works for the hospital, allowing him to revive random people easier than otherwise

Tries to keep is quirk hidden from the public because can you imagine what would happen if word came out about a quirk like that?

Whenever he picks a child, which is actually rare, he’ll take care of them. The previous three are under his care.

Is rich

Chaotic Neutral

And I believe that’s all of them besides Ryou’s friend, but he’s literally only named and given his job.

Any more questions? Maybe about individual ones? Send em here or here!