#then I'm not even gonna think about doing it for even a second

[snappingturt3ls]

Danny, flying in on CK doing his thing just as one of the bats shows up: Some this is where you disappeared to then King? I'm impressed you managed to get this far.

CK, internally freaking out: Oh shit! Phantom, come on man, I've got a good thing going here. I'm not even causing any major damage this time!

Bats, who have just arrived on the scene but haven't revealed themselves yet: wtf, since when does CK have fucking lore?

Danny: I will give you that, you haven't used any Nasty Burger sauce this time so there's been no major property damage, but you still shouldn't be here. Boxy and Lunch Lady have been bugging me to track you down for a while now.

CK: What! Why!?! Those two are the ones who gave me the idea of running in the first place!

Danny, incredibly amused: Because you missed their wedding and the birth of their first child you numbskull! You were supposed to be the best man but you disappeared and no one could find you.

CK, frozen in shock: THEY GOT MARRIED! A KID! IM AN UNCLE!

Bats, growing evermore confused and amused: Oh my god the lore deepens

Danny: Yeah, Box Lunch wants to meet you really bad and you're the last of my old rouges I haven't pacified yet so I decided to come deal with you as a Truce day gift.

CK: Okay, very well, I will return. However! First, we shall battle, and you shall bring me back in the thermos, for old times sake. Can't make it to easy on you after all.

Danny: *snorts* alright, fair enough. Come on, I'll let you get a minute before I attack back.

Bats, not worried because CK is a wimp going against an obvious meta: this poor bastard in going to be covered in mustard lol

CK: *starts flying and firing explosive sauce, leveling the building behind Danny, who dodged*

Bats: (;° ロ°)

CK: *starts flying at near supersonic speeds shooting sauces with various different effects, like explosions, acidic, stink, etc.*

Danny: *dodges every hit whilst mildly amused* 30 seconds left, don't hit any humans or I won't be gentle

CK: *flying through walls, duplicating, going invisible, and using other stupidly powerful abilities to try and hit Danny with something, ANYTHING* Don't worry, I know the rules

Bats, in full panic mode because WTF: Holy shit what did we even do here, call superman? Since when can CK do THIS! How did we miss that fucking CK is a JL level threat!?!

Danny, who has yet to be hit: ~ten seconds CK~

CK, who knows full well he's about to get his shit kicked in: *laughs as he keeps trying to hit Danny* I'm gonna make them count! *One of his duplicates had been charging a single shot which covers the whole city in sauce, Danny goes intangible but this sauce is designed to hit intangible ghosts and he gets hit* I FUCKING DID IT!!!

Danny, mildly amused: alright, I admit it CK, I'm impressed. You've learned a new trick. *shakes the sauce off of him, leaving him clean and the very messy bats jealous* your time is up now though. *takes CK down in one hit which launches him across the city before souping him*

Danny: should I clean this? Nah, this city has dealt with CK before, they are probably used to this by now. *flies back to amity*

Batman: I think, Im going to have to update CKs file...

Batkids: yeah no shit

Runaway Rogue

So! A couple of years ago, Danny lost one of his Rogues.

It's not that they got Ended or anything, he literally lost them and couldn't find them. One day they ran off after being defeated and never showed up again. They were one of his Joke Villains, not posing a real threat but still extremely annoying when they wanted to be.

He hadn't seen them in Years now, and with the situation in Amity quelled and more free time on his hands than he had gotten in Years, he decided to finally track the Ghost down and see what he had been up to.

His search led him to Gotham, where he finally found the one Rogue that he had lost all those years ago.

Condiment King.

[eraserbread]

nanami's not about to fight with u... he's just gonna show u who you truly belong to. read part 1 for context

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"i'm not fighting with you, just get on your knees."

"ken, we have a houseful of guests-

he's shaking his head, tugging his zipper in a fateful swoop. you don't lie and say you weren't buzzing with the idea of what he'd do next, but it felt so wrong. now was not the time to be getting him off.

"i won't repeat myself." then his pants are down and he's easing his already-flushed cock from its confines. he's rubbing himself to his full potential right in front of you, so comfortable with you standing in front of him, wide-eyed and nervous.

luckily your kitchen is closed off from the rest of the house, but it's not completely closed. someone could easily pop their head into the arched entryway and see everything you're seeing. deep down you know kento wouldn't let that happen. he has the awareness of an anxious cat, so you trust him enough to get on your knees, crawling to close the distance between you two.

"i'm doing this because domination tends to make you mild-mannered," he explains briefly, voice tinged with a hint of arousal. "and that's what I need from you right now. do you understand?"

"mhm." you reply, looking up at him with silent doe-eyes. from this angle at his feet, he looks so much bigger. daunting and familiar. so beautiful... and all yours.

"relax your throat." he demands just before taking a handful of your hair and guiding you down the length of him. he's not easy to take in the slightest - your jaw burns, eyes screwed shut as you try to swallow back a gag.

then, a thunderous bout of laughter erupts from the other room and you fold -- gagging and choking all over his pretty cock.

he yanks you backward, face screwed up in distaste. "what did I just tell you?"

"'m sorry." you whine as he smushes your lips with his tip.

"if satoru walks in here and sees you like this, i will be extremely upset."

"'m sorry." you repeat, genuinely sorry and just wanting him inside of you again. he's barely gracing your lips, but every atom in your body is screaming for him. if you thought satoru was charming five minutes ago, you didn't even know who he was now. all you want is your husband.

"him and his righteous savior complex.. makes me sick." he mutters, mostly to himself. he has two big hands on either side of your head, squeezing like only he can. it's been too long together, he knows you're not a china doll.

so, he fucks your limp throat like he hates you, eye twitching as he watches your face go more flushed with each mean thrust he's delivering. you've never taken him like this, feeling the drippy tip of his cock at the base of your throat, giving you goosebumps all around his touch. you've never felt closer to him, yet so pained by every one of his movements.

it's like your entire mind goes limp. etched with scrawling versions of his name only. he's you can think about, all you can taste...

only when he's finally done and marked your stomach with his seed, does he help you up with a strong hand, just holding you close for a second until yours stops shaking.

he doesn't say a word, just watching your eyes as they stare back at him expressionless but teary and bloodshot nonetheless. he leans forward and kisses your forehead.

"sorry. you know i'll always love you."

you nod, because... yeah. same. that makes him smile.

and he guides you back to your party holding your hand, watching out for you as you take the seat next to satoru back. it's like he doesn't even notice your presence, he's far too preoccupied teasing utahime about some nameless story from the past.

once the party has concluded and kento is seeing them all out, does satoru stop and say something.

"poor, little nanami..." satoru stops just before he reaches the first step past the front door. ken regards him with a nod, leaning against the doorframe. "this is what happens when the lamb chooses a wolf."

"do i even want you to explain?"

satoru shrugs him off, throwing up in hand as a curt goodbye as he turns around. "she's too nice. it's sad to know you yelled at her... she was all teary-eyed and mellow for the rest of the night."

kento turns around, chuckling to himself as he finally shuts the front door. reveling in the quiet comfort of his home he thinks:

ha. did much more than make her cry...

[lavenderhateswritting]

Sinister!Mark x Reader

You're running. The streets are chaos and deep in your heart you understand that there is very little you can do. Running from one person to the next desperately trying to heal who you can, has taken so much out of you . You've been going for hours at this point with no end in sight. The carnage is so brutal you're having a hard time distinguishing one body from the other. When you can you lean down and heal those who are still alive and breathing and point them to the nearest safe house.

Invincible and you had never been close. He was obviously a very nice guy and you could respect him for trying to fight the good fight, but you were support. When the world went to shit you came in after to pick up the pieces so you to never really got to know him. Now you don't know if you'll be able to look him in the eyese without seeing the carnage being created by the other Invincibles around the world.

You were at home when a Mark began reeking habit on downtown Chicago. You couldn't just sit and wait for the fight to be over so you ran to the streets and tried your hardest to help where you could. Which had gotten you caught out without any backup and low on energy.

"It's okay I've got you" You told the civilian you were leaning down to heal.

"Thank you. Oh god thank you I can't feel my legs"

"I'm gonna heal you and then you're gonna have to make a run for the safe house on halsted okay" You placed your hand on his knee and felt some of your energy being sapped away as you fixed his legs.

"You're waisting your time I'm just gonna kill you both anyways." The voice made a chill run down your back.

How could you be so stupid you should have been paying attention. The sounds of destruction had been steadily geting closer, but between your fight to try and help as many people as you could and stop yourself from collapsing everything had turned to background noise. And now he was right behind you.

"Of course I guess if you wanted I could give you a head start. What do you think 10 seconds or 20? I mean it doesn't matter, but time is time." His mocking tone just added on to your hopelessness. You weren't going to make it out of here alive.

The civilian you were helping began to stumble to his street and run as fast as he could. You watched as he tripped over his feet trying his hardest to make use of his head start.

"Aww that's really cute he's actually trying. That's okay I'll make it quick." The Invincible double said. You felt him speed passed you getting dust and dirt in your eyes.

"WAIT NO!" You screamed as you tried to warn the civilian desperately trying to get away. It was to late the Invincible double already had his fist in their stomach up to the elbow.

"Haha sorry about that you just healed that guy right." He finally turned to you. He looked exactly like Invincible except his suit was black and yellow instead of blue and yellow and his smile there was something so rotten about the smile he sent you.

"Well isn't that interesting." He looked at your face and the sinister smile he had on his face began to grow. You could barely breathe and all of a sudden he was directly in front of you scanning your face so close you could feel his breath on youre skin.

"You look just like them." If it was possible his smile got even wider.

You jumped backwards desperately trying to crawl away as fast as possible. It didn't matter. He grabbed your face with a grip so hard that you could feel your jaw straining under the force.

"Now where do you think you're going love. It's been so long since I've seen this face of yours."

"Let go of me I don't know who the hell you are , but just kill me already you asshole." Your voice was shaking, but you were trying your hardest to at least die with dignity.

"Has the Mark in this universe left you to sit here just running around with that fire in you. What a fucking idiot." He finally let go of your face. You turned to make a run for it, but before you could the ground was already disappearing underneath your feet.

"You know in my universe we used to do this all the time. I'd fly you up here and then I'd fuck you above all of these worms who never stood a chance agaisnt me." He was holding you up by your shoulders and shooting into the sky. He watched your face as he spoke those words searching for some kind of reaction all you could do was scream.

"Put me down. Holy shit put me down you crazy son of a bitch." Your eyes were watering from the wind in your eyes and you were so high you could no longer see the Chicago skyline.

"Really you want me to put you down?" He was smiling still laughing at your panicking. "Ok if you say so." And then he let you go.

The ground was geting closer and closer and as you flailed your arms you were certain this would be it.

"Nah just kidding." He said as he swooped in and grabbed you a few miles above the ground.

"Why are you crying love you know I would never drop you." There were tears free flowing down your face now you.

"What do yo want from me. I don't know anything that could help you. I don't even know Invincible that well." Your voice was shot you. It felt like you ahd been screaming for hours you were drained in a way you had never felt before.

"Oh love I don't want anything from you. I never did." His faced softened into something that could almost be viewed as love. He leaned forward and you flinched back, but you couldn't go far as he placed his head in the crook of your neck.

"They took you from me. Turned you against me. Made me have to do something I would have never done If they hadn't left me with no other choice." As he was speaking his hold on you got tighter and tighter until you couled feel your bones creaking.

"But, I've been given another chance and I won't fail you this time." He turned his head against your neck and you finally felt him leave a feather light kiss on your neck.

You thought as fast as you could and finally you reached your arm up and rubbed your hand on his forearm.

"It's okay Mark. I'm right here, but you've gotta let me down you know. You've gotta let me do my job." You had no clue how the other you acted and if you're being honest you just needed to get out of here anyway you could.

"If I let you goback to work I'm just gonna have to kill you again." The saddened ex lover was gone and now it was just the mass killer again.

"Okay okay I won't go back to work then I'll go back to my apartment." You just needed to get out of his hold any way you could if you're being honest. You would have told him you were going to backflip off Sears Tower if it would have gotten him to let you go.

He pulled his head back so fast of he could have gotten whiplash you could have sworn he would have gotten it. There was maic look to his face again.

"Yeah we're going to go back to your apartment. And then we're going to watch (favorite show) and have some pizza. You're a genuis love." He kissed the top of your head and then all of a sudden you were speeding off and were in front of the door to your apartment.

You were staring at it with shaking hands and wide opened eyes. The psycho killer who had already killed one version of you and had killed a civilian diectly in front of you after destroying a city new exactly where your apartment was. That's just fucking great.

"Open the door love." His voice still had that manic edge to it as he stood behind you. You reached into your pocket and fumbled with your keys before you opened the door.

He zipped in immediately and began taking his suit off while floating off the ground.

"Woof I need a shower order the food and I'll borrow some of your clothes okay." He was peeling the bloody costume off in the middle of your fucking living room.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head as you watched him get undressed. You were seeing parts of Invincible that you really weren't ever supposed to see and holy shit he wasn't wearing underwear. You turned your head and trying to not think about the line of hair that began below his stomach and worked its way down lower than you were ever supposed to see on him.

"I can't order food you destroyed the city remember." Why would you say that your brain was literally short circuiting right now.

"Haa yeah I did whoops guess we'll just have to make something." And then he spead off down the hall to your bathroom. Something in you wanted to keep your costume on if nothing else than just as emotional support since you were trapped in your one bedroom apartment with a fucking serial killer. But the dust and grime had begun to make your skin itch and before you knew it he was out of the bathroom and you were in it.

Sitting on the couch you turned on (favorite show). He layed his head on your lap and grabbed your hand and placed it on his head. You began to work your hands through his hair as he slowly started to loose the tension in his body. Once you finally heard his breath shllow out and tiny snores make their way past his lips you finally hung your head back. Fuck how were you gonna explain this to Cecil.

Grammar mistakes probably I speed wrote this in the middle of the night I can't tell if I wanna write about Conquest next or Batman I love old men I don't know if this really reads like Sinister he feels a little more sidistic than I've made him here

[gracie-eilish]

11 and 💛, maybe a little angst and then fluffy comfort? 🥺

“let me love on you”

prompt list

"billie i know how hard you're working, but please baby. its three in the morning and you need sleep." you pleaded.

billie had been cooped up in her home studio all day. recording, writing, re-recording, re-writing. however it was late and while you loved hearing her sing, hearing her sing while you tried to sleep, knowing she should be sleeping even more than you, was agitating.

"just give me ten more minutes." she didn't even look up from the monitor, just waving a hand in your direction. you huffed wanting to just go over and unplug the damn thing, but deleting all her progress didn't sound like the solution to this argument.

"no billie, you're coming with me now. it's late and you're gonna fry your vocal cords. please just come get some sleep. you can come back tomorrow-" billie cut you off, spinning around to face you.

"do you understand how important this next record has to be for me? y/n, I didn't win a single grammy for what I thought was my best body of work so far in my life. and you even said yourself, that when taylor swift- taylor freaking swift - didn't win anything for red, she went home and wrote 1989 which then became the most decorated pop album of all time. so please just let me make my better record."

you mentally cursed yourself for your taylor themed encouragement you gave her last month. you thought it would be a nice motivator to keep working hard, now it was just biting you in the ass... and sleep schedule. you took a deep breath walking across the room to her, squatting in front of her chair.

"yes, i did tell you that. and I think i also told you about her song all you had to do was stay. did i tell you about that one?" you thought quickly, hoping to get your stubborn girlfriend away from her studio.

"yes you did, that was so cool! she literally dreamt the lyrics to the chorus. like fully dreamt it and then woke up to write it."

you gave her a knowing look, softly rubbing the tops of her thighs while she caught your drift.

"what does that have to do- OH. oh. you're good baby." she realized.

"yes i know i am, thank you very much. now why don't you clean up down here so we can go to sleep so you can dream your next song lyrics, yeah?" you teased standing up and holding out your hands for her to take. she looked up at you like a toddler deciding if they wanted to keep playing with their toys or play with their bath toys compromising for bath time.

"c'mon baby, you're exhausted and need some rest. let me love on you."

"fineeeee. you win miss swiftie." she grumbled turning away to save her progress and shut off her equipment.

"i always do!"

"yeah, yeah. whatever." she scoffed before turning to grab your waist for a second. "i'm sorry for being so stubborn. you were just trying to take care of me and i appreciate that. you know how stressed i am about this album already and i need reminders every now and then to stop and rest so thank you for doing that for me," billie said with puppy eyes, but genuinely was sorry.

"oh my love," you pulled her in fully for a hug, cradling the back of her head. "i will always take care of you, even when you're being stubborn. i love you too much to not make you rest every now and then. but i swear to god if you start voice memo-ing songs in the middle of the night like taylor does, your's sleeping on the couch." you teased making billie giggle.

you pulled back to look at her face properly, cupping her cheeks. "i love you sweet girl. so much." you leaned in closing the space between you two with a cavity-inducing kiss.

"i love you more mama," she whispered into the kiss, only breaking apart when you both started smiling too much.

[pthaloo]

'Open When' Letters From Bakugo

Open When It's Valentine's Day

Tch. You think I’d let some stupid holiday go by without doing something better than anyone else? Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not doing this for you to think I’m some romantic sap. But you are important to me, and if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s being second-rate at anything—so yeah, I’m going all out for you today.

I’m not about to do the cliché crap like some lame-ass, handing over flowers and chocolates like some idiot. Nah, I’m doing it MY way. And don’t you dare say I went overboard or anything. You deserve the best. That’s just how it is. I’m the best, and if I’m gonna be with you, I’m gonna make sure you know it.

You think you deserve less than that? No way in hell. So expect something that’ll blow your mind, even if I’m not gonna admit I put in effort. I do things right, and this isn’t gonna be any different.

Don’t get all sentimental on me. I’m still your Katsuki, and I’m not gonna start acting like some lovesick fool. But don’t you forget who’s putting all this effort in for you. This isn’t about some stupid holiday; it’s about you being worth every damn bit of it. You don’t get half-assed stuff from me, ever. So don’t even think about acting ungrateful. I’m the best there is, and I’m gonna make sure you remember that today.

Happy Valentine’s Day, I guess.

– Katsuki

P.S. If you even think about complaining that it’s “too much,” I’ll make sure next year’s is even worse. So shut up and enjoy it.

(Let's pretend i'm not too late for this one lol)

[crystalbeetle888]

Second Chances Pt.2

Dog-hybrid 141 x Autistic-coded reader

Your world is turned upside down, when a stalker forces you to adopt a support-hybrid, leading you to meeting his friends and possibly biting off more than you can chew.

Word Count- 2600

Warnings- minor stalker/stalking, threats of violence, course language, descriptions of managed anxiety and depression, consumption of alcohol,

Master List

The next few weeks feel like a blur. You and John find your rhythm in the mundane things. He wakes up before you, making a pot of tea to share when you get up. You cook the both of you a well balanced breakfast, before doing the daily chores. Feeding your rabbit Pluto, doing a load of laundry, washing the morning dishes. You then take a short walk with him to your city center, dropping him off at the gym while you sit at a cafe across the road. You usually use this time to read, work on illustration commissions, or work on writing your books.

You sip on your iced-chocolate as you type away at your newest novel, a forbidden romance between a man cursed to be a werewolf and a woman disgusted with the world. You had your noise reducing earplugs in, so you didn't notice when an unwelcomed figure approached you from behind.

The tap on your shoulder frightens you, causing you to yelp and take out you ear plugs before turning around. There stands Derek, a guy you had only been on two dates with before he insisted on you 'spending the night' with him. As fucking if. Two measly pub meals, where you could barely even hear him over all the noise, and he thinks that's grounds for sex. What a fucking joke.

"Hay, I've been thinking about you lately. What a coincidence meeting you here," he smiles down at you. You try to stifle a grimace with little success, "Yeah.. I highly doubt that" you say bluntly before turning back to your laptop. He chuckles at you "You know, that dry humor of yours is gonna hurt someone's feelings one day".

You roll your eyes "Oh no" you say flatly. Derek chuckle again, before moving around you, sitting down across from you at your table. You look at him with annoyance, eyes wide and face twisted, like you just smelt something awful and slightly concerning.

"I don't remember inviting you to sit", "I just wanted to talk about how we left things..", "I don't want to talk to you. I'm no longer interested in you at all" you insist.

He nods his head slowly, pursing his lips in thought.

"I'm going to put my earplugs in now. I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to contact me anymore".

After he had tried to persuade you into spending the night with him, you turned your phone off and went device-free for a few days, just to clear your head. It disturbed you at how easily this man thought luring you to his house would be. And how casually he had lied about his true intentions with you. All that bullshit about 'building real connections', and being 'avidly against hookup culture'. He didn't give a shit about hookup culture, he liked hookup culture, he just wanted to trick you into participating. Which is super fucking wrong!

And once you turned your phone back on, you were bombarded with a bunch of freaky ass texts. 'Please I didn't mean it, I'm just having a rough time', 'You led me on, the least you could do is pay me back', 'Sorry about that last one I was drunk'.

What a fucking loser.

In the end you just decided to just block him with no explanation. But now he’s here, bothering you again.

You go to reach for your earplugs case, but he grasps your hand to stop you, “Just hear me out” he insists. Your body tenses at the unwanted contact, like you just touched something mushy in the bottom of the sink. “Let go of my fucking hand!” You raise your voice at him, not aware of the onlookers around you. His grip tightens, coiling like a snake, “You need to calm down, this isn’t a big deal..” “Let go!” You stand abruptly. Your chest heaves with adrenaline, your heart pounding in your ears as you give him an fiery stare.

Derek’s face goes pale as he stares back at you, or really, as he stares over your shoulder. “Everything alright?” John steps up beside you. Unsurprisingly, Derek let’s go of your hand at the sight of your hulking hybrid friend. Fucking coward.

“Everything’s cool man, no need to go all beast mode on me” Derek laughs nervously, throwing his hands up in defeat.

John doesn’t laugh, or really move at all, asides from hovering his hand over the small of your back. His pointed ears twitch as his sharp blue eyes remain focused on the man across from him.

Derek looks at you one last time before slowly backing away.

You let out a shuddered breath, you didn’t know you were holding in, “Thank you” you whisper. John’s hand gently ghosts your back “You alright?”, you nod in response “Yeah just a bit shaken up”.

“Let’s get you home then” he suggests quietly.

John hovers next to you as you pack away your belongings. Taking your bag and slinging it over his shoulder, he offers you his arm. Hesitantly, you place your hand on his thick forearm before beginning the walk back home.

From this position, you are made keenly aware of his altered physique. His form seemed larger, stretching his shirt tightly across his chest and bulging biceps. He also somehow seemed taller? You weren't sure, everything about him just seemed to be enhanced now, his features seemed sharper. John turns to look at you, snapping you out of your stare “Everything alright?" he asks.

You turn your head forwards, face flushing with embarrassment "Mhmm" you hum. Your heart beats uncomfortably fast and your stomach tingles with nerves. You weren't familiar with this bodily sensation. It felt somewhere between being happy and being anxious. You didn't like it. It was new, and new things frustrates you.

Finally arriving home, you let yourself in before making a B-line to your room. Stripping from your clothes, you quickly hop into the boiling hot shower, washing away any remaining feelings or smells of Derek. Despite that he only touched your hand, the fact that you didn't explicitly invite him to, makes you feel icky. Like, a full body disgusted, bugs crawling on the skin, slimy feeling, kind of icky.

The hot pelting water soothes your tense muscles, finally allowing you to relax.

Once you’ve been sufficiently decompressed, you toddle out of the bathroom, putting on some fresh trackie pants and an oversized shirt, before making your way back downstairs to continue with the rest of your day. “Are you alright?” John stands from the couch when you enter the room. “Yeah I just needed to clean myself, he had sticky hands” your body physically shivers at the thought of Derek’s touch.

“Anyways, I was thinking maybe I should try to get in touch with your pack members, organise a meet up or something” you swiftly change the subject, trying to put him out of your mind “So you can socialise and all” you say nonchalantly as you prepare lunch.

John stares for an uncomfortably long moment before nodding “I think that’s a great idea. I know who you can email to make that happen”

And after much back and forth emailing between you and Kate Laswell, she finally just offers to give you Simon’s number. Probably sick of being the middle man.

-Hi, this is (Y/N), I’m Johns guardian. Just wanted to reach out and see if we could organise a catchup sometime. Let me know when suits you. Hope this message finds you well.

-This is Simon. We’re free Saturday. Does the Duke Hotel at 1800 work?

-Yes! That works for us. Can’t wait to meet you guys, we’ll see you there!❤️

You weren’t sure if it was appropriate to send the heart, but all well, you’re sure he gets the point.

Your body is practically buzzing when Saturday finally rolls around, with excitement or anxiety, you weren’t sure. You pick out some casual and comfortable jeans, an oversized shirt that you tied at the front, your special ‘going out’ boots, and a large plaid shirt to throw over the top. Before making your way downstairs where John was waiting.

“Ready to go?” He asks, dressed nicely in some casual jeans, a fresh tee, and a dark grey coat. “Well don’t you look handsome, aye? I’m ready to go when you are” you say casually to him as you grab your purse off the hook. “Come on” you march out the and into the cool night, heading towards your car. Having failed to make the appropriate level of eye contact for the conversation, you completely missed John’s flushed expression. He wasn’t expecting you to compliment him so boldly and suddenly.

His tail stands stiffly in attention, his ears and eyes honed in to your movements as you walk past him to your car. Your earthy smelling body oil wafting through the air as you do. He watches you, like a predator stalking its prey. “Hello? Are you coming?” You call out to him.

Shaking his body he lets the feeling dissipate. ‘Not the right time’ he thinks to himself. Given your current situation and obvious sensitivities, John thought it’d be best to let any possible feelings have time to grow first. He wasn’t blind though, he could see you were an attractive person, and just knew the boys would make a move on you tonight. The thought irritated him.

The drive to the hotel was short, parking just up the road the two of you hop out before making your way up the street.

John stopping you just outside the door “Before we go in, I just wanted to say thank you, for putting in the effort” he gazes down at you, hand pressed gently to your upper arm. As not to scare you off.

Your heart swells “Oh that’s alright. You need to socialise too ya know?” you laugh, slightly flustered and not entirely sure what to say. John smiles down at you before opening his arms slightly “Can I..” he trails off hesitantly. You nod your head enthusiastically before pulling him into a hug. His thick arms enveloped you tightly, pulling a squeak out of you as he gives you a squeeze. The pressure, along with his naturally high body temperature is comforting. Pair that with his general earthy-musky smell and you’re in sensory heaven.

Pulling away, you are left feeling more grounded than before. “Let’s not keep them waiting them, aye love” placing his hand on the small of your back, he leads you inside to a table where three dog-hybrids sit.

A Doberman-hybrid, with blond hair and brown eyes, wearing a dark hoodie and medical mask.

A German shepherd-hybrid, with dark curly hair, deep brown eyes and a trimmed moustache.

And a Cane Corso-hybrid with a brown mowhawk, and fresh cut facial hair.

“Evening lads” John pulls out your chair, before sitting down beside you. “It’s good to see you cap” the German shepherd-hybrid pats him on the shoulder. “I knew they couldn’t break you” the Cane Corso-hybrid smiles wildly at him, his thick Scottish accent echoes in your mind. The Doberman-hybrid doesn’t say anything, but raises his beer to his friend.

“So.. this is the lass taking care of you” the Corso looks at you eagerly. “Easy there Soap” John warns him.

“This is (Y/N), she’s my guardian now”, you smile at them shyly, suddenly forgetting your nerves “Hi, it’s nice to meet you guys”.

The three men size you up, the Scott sniffing the air intently. “This is Kyle or Gaz, Simon also known as Ghost, and..” “And I’m Johnny, or Soap if you’d prefer” he winks at you, offering his hand. Kyle scoffs at him “Control yourself mate”.

You laugh nervously, shaking his much larger and rougher hand “You guys have such interesting nicknames”

Johnny chuckles “Aye, you wanna know how I got mine”. Kyle groans. “She doesn’t give a shit mate” Simon grumbles, shaking his head, “It’s cause I can clean up the enemy” he boasts, flexing his pecs at the table. Mostly at you though. You and John laugh at their drunken antics.

The atmosphere was light tonight, with good drinks and easy conversation, you get along with John’s pack easily. However all those drinks have to catch up with your bladder at some point. “Excuse me for a moment” you whisper to John, who nods in acknowledgment. Getting up, you make a B-line for the bathroom.

John turns to his pack once you’re out of hearing range, “I need you lads to do me a favour” he says, his voice suddenly becoming serious. The three hybrids shift at their friend’s sudden change in attitude. “Whatever you need cap, we’ve got you” Johnny responds.

“I need you to deal with someone who’s bothering her. He’s becoming a problem” John explains. “Human?” Simon asks, John nodding in response. “Sounds easy enough then” Simon chuckles.

“She can’t ever know though, got it?” John stares at each of them with a hard glare. They all nod in agreement.

“So.. have you two mated yet?” Johnny grins cheekily at his pack mate. “Piss off” John barks, causing the table to erupt with laughter. “I fuckin bet that you two won’t last more than two weeks without doin it” Johnny teases.

“Leave him alone Johnny, you’re fuckin drunk” Kyle points at him from across the table.

“You’re wrong..” Simon says, capturing their attention, “They won’t last more than one week”.

The men laugh loudly as you approach the table, letting out a long yawn as you sit back in your seat, the day finally catching up to you. "Seems like it's time for us to go lads" John says, rising from his chair he lends you a hand to stand. "Oh I'm fine if you want to stay out longer" you respond. "Nah It's getting late, we should head in too lass" Johnny insists. Shrugging, you take Johns' hand and stand up.

The groups shares some quick goodbyes before parting ways. The journey back home was a blur, stumbling through the door you kick off your boots before trudging tiredly upstairs. John following close behind. Entering your room, you quickly change into your nighties, ready to jump straight into bed.

However, a knock at your bedroom door interrupts you. Opening it up, John stands there awkwardly “I just wanted to say that I’m grateful for tonight love. Thank you”.

You pout at him, feeling tired, drunk, and sentimental. “Oh John, it’s alright” you mumble, as you cuddle up to him for another hug. Hugging status unlocked. His strong arms embrace you again, rubbing comforting circles on your back. The sensation causing your eyes to droop and body to relax into him “You’re not falling asleep are you?” His hot whisky breath fans across your face.

You grunt in response, causing him to chuckle.

He leads you back to your bed, opening up the covers for you to crawl under. You, letting out little giggles, as he tucks you in and kisses your forehead. “Good night love” he whispers to you, before sneaking out of the room.

John wanders off to his own room, settling in his bed for the night. His thoughts drift back to his friends and what they said earlier. They were wrong. John intended on waiting for you. He was a patient man, and knows that the best things in life take time to grow. And he was more than willing to wait for someone as good as you.

[pookietv]

nausea | arthur tv

hey guys! i have been MIA for crazy amounts of time but here is a little self indulgent fluff fic to satiate your fanfiction needs :P

the ache in your lower stomach had plagued you for far too long now, a sick kind of dull ache that just completely ruined your mood. you had always struggled with periods - the nausea which led you to gripping the toilet bowl and praying for the gagging to end, or the lower back pain which was enough to make you want to pull your spine from your back just for some relief.

so that's what your day had consisted of: curled up in your soft floral bedsheets, trashy TV playing from your laptop which lay next to you, brightness turned all the way down to avoid offending your migraine, though it was being half ignored, curtains pulled closed even though sunlight was still leaking through.

you had become content with the fact that this is how your day would be spent, with even slightly moving hurting, and had reduced yourself to bed-dwelling.

well, at least until you got a text from arthur.

"hey babe, should be at yours in about 15 mins, you almost ready?"

fuck. your self pity party had made you completely forget that you and arthur had plans today - some new spot for food had opened and arthur had been so excited to take you.

not bearing being able to look at the bright screen, you quickly clicked call so you didn't have to text out your whole apology and explanation.

he picked up quickly, "hi you, everything good?" his voice rang down the phone, as soft and lovely as usual.

"arthur, 'm so sorry... i really don't think i'm gonna make it out today, i've got the worst pain," you said, voice slightly quiet cause you felt so bad ruining the nice day you had planned.

"huh? you didn't tell me you were getting sick, are you okay?"

you hummed for a second, "not sick, just period - y'know, cramps and migraines and aches, but i'm really sorry i'm just cancelling on you now, i feel dreadful,"

"you don't need to feel bad, not your fault at all babe," he said, voice gentle and laced with concern, "i'll come round, look after you hm?"

you felt a small smile of flattery creep onto your face, "oh, arthur you don't have to do that, feel bad you being stuck in the house with a miserable me,"

"oh hush, told you i wanted to see you today, even if it is a grumpy you," he said, and you could hear his grin down the phone.

"mkay, well, uh, feel free to come round whenever, you've got a spare key," you said softly, face still half smushed in the pillow.

"see you soon, darling," he said gently, and the phone clicked.

you hadn't been planning on falling asleep, but the sheets that wrapped around you like a cocoon and the dull throbbing of your headache became a lullabye, eyes closing before you even realised you were falling asleep.

it was only when you heard soft thudding footsteps when you began to stir, eyes slightly fluttering open to the touch of a hand stroking your hair, and arthur in front of you, small smile lingering on his face.

"hey, you. sorry, didn't mean to wake you, you just looked so peaceful. you wanna go back to sleep?"

your arms stretched slightly above your head, still laid down and looking at arthur crouched on the ground, level with your bed.

"mmm, no. 'm awake now," you smiled, pulling yourself up from the cosy bed, now sat upright.

"you look warm," arthur murmured, hand pressing against your cheek lightly.

"really? feel like i've been freezing all day," you said softly.

he frowned a little, and stood himself up offering you his hand.

"outta bed so soon?" you pouted mockingly, and arthur shook his head jokingly in response.

"well, if you don't wanna come see the surprise be my guest..." he teased, and despite your throbbing head, that was enough to rouse you out of your pile of blankets.

your feet padded across the carpet, following him to your front room that had been temporarily converted into what looked like somewhere to hibernate for winter - each inch of sofa covered in fluffy blanket or pillows, and enough snacks on the coffee table to comfortably provide for a family of four for at least two weeks.

the curtains were drawn, despite it being daytime, and instead your small lamps were turned on around the room, but the main source of light came from the TV, which had your switch loaded up and connected to it.

"i figured since your head was hurting we could keep it dark in here, and i got all your favourite foods, at least all the ones i could find - and i figured you've been so busy recently and you always talk about how you wanna finish playing portal with me so i figured if you're not feeling too sleepy or ill that maybe today would be a good day to just chill and play, but if you'd rather not or don't like the idea we can totally-" arthur rambled on, until you cut him off.

"arthur, you're so sweet. i'd love to have a chill day and play portal with you." you said softly, hugging his side with a wide grin on your face.

"okay, good. i just didn't want you to be alone if you weren't feeling well." he said softly, hand resting lightly on your back, thumb gently smoothing over the fabric of your shirt.

"i also got peppermint tea, which is apparently supposed to be good for period pain, who knew? it's apparently supposed to be an anti-inflammatory, which means it can reduce cramps and nausea, so,"

"arthur, i love you but could we maybe go into the science of peppermint tea after we start playing?" you teased lightly.

he grinned, "yeah, of course. whatever you want."

[mclager]

Like I'm gonna lose you | Charlos x Reader

Not sad, don't worry, I'm in my fluff era

Turns out Charles liked Carlos more than I thought. I'm friends with Charles since his F3 days, and a little more since F2, so I saw him having to leave a lot of teammates over the years, so I didn't think Carlos would be a big thing for him, but man, it was. Since the day Lewis signed his contract with Ferrari he started to mourn Carlos like he was going to die, even though he was going to be a couple garages away from him.

When Charles saw Carlos first picture in Williams gear he almost cried. I had to sit by his side and assure him that Carlos would disappear from his life just because he was at Williams. I never really understood way Carlos was to different from the other teammates, I mean, he had to say goodbye to Vettel, that would be more traumatic for me if I was him.

That was until the F175 event.

Charles brought me to this event that not even one driver wanted to go because he needed "a familiar face" even though he knew almost everyone there. I was next to him, trying to avoid any cameras that turned my way or near it. Charles attention only drove off his chess game with Lewis when Williams was announced. Lewis laughed at Charles reaction and gave him a pet on the back.

"Missing your boyfriend already?" Charles was shocked by Lewis's saying, his eyes shoot at me but I looked away to the Williams car appearance. "I shouldn't have said that, sorry." Lewis said again, pretty sure Charles was looking at him lost like a puppy.

Charlie and I never properly dated, we were friends, but a bit more, I couldn't name it if I had to. We never talked about it, but also never talked about other people in our lives, and since I didn't had any others, I used thinking the same about Charles. It was big news to me knowing that Charlie was hanging out with other people, let alone another man. It was something to process.

Ferrari had it's thing too, and it was beautiful, Charles and Lewis looked very happy, Lewis was shining, but Charlie's eyes were off, he was definitely worried. I wasn't mad or anything, I was just confused, I thought that we had no secrets between us and that hurt more than anything.

After the event was over Charles came almost running to me.

"Mon Cœur, can we talk?"

"About?" Charles looked at me seeing right trough my faced.

"About what Lewis said."

"Charlie, you don't need to say anything about anything."

"I know, but the point is that I want to talk to you, can we?" I nodded. "Let's go to the hotel we don't need anyone listening to it." I nodded again and we walk to his Ferrari, we got in and he started to drive away. I wasn't paying attention to anything in particular, but Charles was.

"Are you mad?" His voice was just above a whisper.

"Mad is not the word I would use."

"Which one you would use?" I stopped for a second before responding.

"I'm confused, I guess." He parked the car in front of the hotel, took off his seatbelt and looked at me fully.

"I'm sorry, really... I know it can be..." He didn't find the words to say want he wanted and it frustrated him. "Merde, what I'm trying to say is that I understand if you are weirded out, I guess, it's..."

"What? No, Charlie, not like that! Jesus, what you think I'm?"

"Then what?" He was confused and sad, like a lost puppy.

"I thought I knew you, all of you. I thought we didn't lie to eachother or hide things like this."

"Je suis désolé, mon cœur, really. It was something I needed to understand too, and to be honest I still don't understand."

"You like Carlos what you don't understand? Looks very simple to me."

"Yes, I like him, but I like you too. I didn't say anything about Carlos, because I know you'd say that I should be with him and you wouldn't be with me anymore."

"Isn't that the right thing to do? I mean does he know about me?"

"He does, I mean, who in that garage doesn't?" I held a smile back, he was right, everyone knows, but everyone pretends not to.

"And he was ok with all of that?"

"I promised I was going to tell you."

"Why you didn't?"

"Because I like you, Jesus, woman, didn't you understand? I'm in love with you, but at the same time I'm..." He paused. "I'm in love with him." He said in a lower volume like he was trying to hide a secret. I looked at him for a bit too long, before start talking.

"You really mean it don't you?" He nodded.

"I didn't want to lose you or him, anything I could do was going to be a shit show. I'm sorry, really sorry, any end to this would be awful anyway, I should've told you."

For a second I wanted to know if it came to it who he would've choose, but listening to him I knew he couldn't choose, if it was an option, he would've done it already. I was about to open my mouth to say something when we heard a knock on the drivers window, we looked at it just to see Carlos standing there. Charles rolled the windows down and Carlos lowered himself to the window.

"Hola, how is the talk going?"

"How do you..." Before he could finish Carlos interrupted him.

"Lewis said he fucked up and miss beautiful eyes right there was anything, but happy about it, so I came to check in."

"We're fine, I think." I looked at Carlos.

"You think I have beautiful eyes?"

"Yes, I see you didn't get into this part of the talk yet. I'll go."

"No, don't!" Charles got out off the car. "You can help me with that."

"Of course I can." Carlos opened my door and helped me out of the car. "Let's do this in someone's room."

We went to Charlie's room and being there with Charles and Carlos was overwhelming in all ways. I didn't know what was going to happen, what was the talk and that made me anxious, but at the same time they were just the most handsome man I ever met and looking at them so close was something else, and now knowing they're more than just teammates, it made my head spin. I sat on the edge of Charles bed and looked at them both standing in front of me.

"First of all, I'm sorry about... You know, everything, it's my fault too." Carlos said kneeling to look me in the eyes. "This man really do love you, he talks about you all the time." I smiled and looked at Charles that was blushing in silence. "Look, I know it's all too much to understand, but stay with me just a little bit longer." He took a deep breath and my eyes met his again. "Ok, I hope I don't sound weird. Before I went to Ferrari, I had this big interest in you, I daydreamed about asking you out, but when I went to Ferrari and I saw you and Charles, I tried to ignore it, but puta madre, this hijo de puta, managed to steal my heart like it wasn't a big deal. What I'm trying to say is that, if you want, and you can totally say no to it if you want, but if you want to know me a little more and..."

"He is asking you out." Charles said, Carlos looked at him and so did I.

"Yeah, I mean, yes, I am. Would be nice for us three, if us two were ok." I looked at Charles that had a little smile on his face, hopeful.

"This is a lot, you two know this right?" They nodded.

"Look, Hermosa, you don't have to say yes."

"I know, but if Charles loves you, I probably will too."

"So that's a yes?" I nodded, Carlos smiled and hugged me, Charles, happier than ever, jumped on us making us three fall on to the bed. Carlos protect me from their weight as Charles was still on top of us two.

"I really love you two."

"We love you too." Carlos said chuckling.

"Carlos..." I called him and he looked at me without missing a bit. "You have beautiful eyes too." He smiled.

"Thank you." I know this will be a long way, but I know it is a way I want to go.

[bunnibaby-love]

🍎Caleb x Reader🍎

♡ female reader + nsfw + reader in ovulation + slight degradation + pwnp + breeding kink

It should be just innocent sleepover with your childhood friend, Caleb. You two always do these since you were kids right?

But your hormones can't just get it! It's raging and why does your ovulation just has to be this night when Caleb request for a sleepover!

You pout as you nuzzle your face on his chest. Caleb chuckled at your cute action and took your chin on his hands. Oh his thick and long fingers on your chin!

"What's with the pout pipsqueak? Did a silly thought came on that pretty little head hmm?" He asked with his boyish grin

"Nothing" You hide your face on his neck and put your legs on his lips. You always do this anyways but seems like you bite more than you can take because you can lowkey feel him on this and that just make you hornier!

"Caleb...you said you're gonna help me with...anything right?" You can deny this anymore. One night won't hurt right...?

"Of course pipsqueak. What do you want this time hmm? want me to cook you something?" You giggle as he assume you wanted food as always

"No...i want um...actually im...you know...hormones stuff hehe well... ovulating so..." You got flusterred and peak to see Caleb eyes widening

"You want me to fuck you? Is that it?" You nuzzle your face more on his neck with how blunt he is "You just said that pips...you want me to fill up those cunt of yours"

"Caleb! you're so blunt!" You suddenly get pinned on his bed on your back

"You don't know how i'm holding myself and for you to mentioned something...like that, how can i not assume and have these thoughts?" Caleb puppy eyes swayed you more as you pressed your thighs together

"Yes that's what i want...fuck me Caleb please" Caleb didn't waste a second to enter his tongue on your mouth

The kissed lasted for a minute that left your breathless. Caleb smirk "Still taste like the spple juice from earlier" He chuckled before peppering kissed on your neck while also putting his hand under your shirt and caressing your stomach

You're very impatient and just wanna get dick down and so you pulled your shorts and panties quickly

"Impatient babe?" Caleb tease your clit with his finger you love so much that made you squeak "Let's see if you also taste like apples there"

"Oh..fuck!" You gripped his hair as he dip his head and eat you like a maniac "Yes oh my god..!" you weren't even thinking anymore with your brain as you grind your hips and push Caleb head futher on your cunt. Theres alot of time to be embrassed about these tommorrow you just want your fill

"Gotta prep you first pips. I don't want you to be hurt.." Caleb gets back on your face to kiss you again. You can taste yourself on him as he fingerfucks you with his two fingers and you immediently cum

"Do you want us to forget this tommorrow?" You softly asked Caleb while he slowly slide himself on you

"Is that what you want?" He asked you back "I'll do what you want you know that...but you also know i won't ever regret these. I hope you aswell. I know your hormones are just raging right now but fuck pips...you don't know how much i been dreaming about this"

Your eyes rolled back as he finally push himself fully inside you "You're tight and warm holy fuck" He moves his hips while kissing you "You're so perfect fuck...you don't know how i touch myself everytime...everytime i hear you moan in your room while fucking yourself on that damn silicone pink dildo"

"What....you know what i..ngh...did?" he keeps pushing himself on you "How i moan myself imagining it's your dick fucking me...oh!" Lewd words and noises are all over his room

"Yes...mhm...all those panties of yours can't compare to this..shit you gonna make me cum like a pathetic teenage boy fuck" You pulled Caleb closer with your legs to lock him "Goddamit you slut you wanna get knocked up so fucking bad"

"Yes! yes Caleb! fill me up! More!" You don't care anymore! Caleb smell filling up your nose just makes you hornier than ever noe

"You're so wet fuck i'm cumming...come with me baby....please please please" You're also on your verge as you nod vigorously and squirt

"Guess you're pipsquirt now" Caleb chuckled as he kissed you and same time filled you up with his hot cum "Gonna knock you up...put a baby inside you..." Caleb said tiredly as he pulled out and lay on his back. "I love you so much..." He kissed your forehead

He's sbout to held you but you straddle him instead "I love you too Caleb and i also want more"

Fuck...Caleb about to lose himself on your hazy eyes and you're just so lewd right now sitting on his lap and hands holding his cock, positioning yourself again

Oh he's about to be treated like your dildo....and he really does. Limp and about to cry as he's so overstimulated as you used him like a toy for hours and hours

[jadewritesficshere]

Eddie frowns to himself slightly. He was expecting to come home to find you watching TV or maybe doing one of your hobbies. Instead, there are still laundry baskets full of unwashed clothes you were going to take to the laundromat.

"Babe?" He calls, leaning against the wall to take off one shoe at a time. He lets them fall haphazardly next to your neatly placed shoes. He takes his leather jacket off and hangs it on the peg on the wall.

Eddie heads down the trailer hall to the bedroom. The door creaks as it opens. He can see you laying under the covers. Eddie walks over, carefully sitting towards the foot of the bed. "Hey Babe," he runs a hand up and down your spine," bad day?"

You groan," yeah...I'm sorry." "For what?" Eddie's brow furrows slightly. You huff and pull the blankets back to look at him. "I was supposed to do laundry. Clean the living room up for your club to meet tomorrow. Instead my joints decided 'hey let's become stiff like steel so every movement hurts'. My nervous system decided 'oh hey let's send a wave of fatigue so strong we can barely keep our eyes open."

Eddie blinks a couple of times watching you. A stray tear falls from your eyes, but Eddie gently wipes it away before it can leave your cheek. "Those days happen. It's okay. Do you ever get mad at me when my body aches?" He cups your cheek in his hand.

"Eddie you almost died saving the world. My body just is like this-" "Who's to say the Upside Down didn't exacerbate things hm? That air wasn't exactly legal." You roll your eyes.

"It isn't your fault." Eddie murmurs, thumb running back and forth against your cheek. The cool of his rings against your face. "It feels like it," you mumble. "Hey, stop being mean to the person I love!" Eddie pokes your side gently. You can't help but smile slightly at him.

"I love you. I know you get frustrated and upset sometimes, especially when things flare up. I do understand what you're going through and it fucking sucks. But that doesn't mean I love you less. We got to take the bad with the good. It makes those good days all the more special. It's an honor to be with you. In sickness and in health, yeah?"

"Are you saying wedding vows?" You joke. "I mean... I never believed in marriage for me but you make me think about it." Eddie shrugs," Dont need a piece of paper to validate my feelings for you." You smile softly," Yeah."

A few seconds pass before Eddie clears his throat, face flushing," So, uh, do you need heat? Will that help?" You slowly nod.

Eddie stands," Then I am going to go pop the rice bags in the microwave for you, and then im gonna run to the laundromat to get the clothes in the washer because I think Wayne will actually kill us both if he comes home in the morning to no clothes."

You laugh lightly," Til death do us part eh Munson?" "Not even death could separate us my love."

[domxmarvel]

White dress

Masterlist

Pairing: Billie Eilish x Female!Reader

Having your best friend getting married was extremely exciting while simultaneously exhausting. There was a lot of planning to do and most importantly the dress. You weren't gonna lie it was affecting you,the whole idea of getting married was quickly getting more and more appealing. Even more appealing once your friend suggested you'd try on a dress,you tried to refuse because you didn't think it was appropriate but your friend insisted you'd try some. Eventually you caved and tried one on,it was one that was beautiful on you and you liked the way it looked on you. The dress definitely looked stunning. You couldn't help but admire yourself as you stood in front of the mirror. While your friend was getting changed you got a message and looked down to see Billie's name. Curiously you opened it and saw the photo your friend had taken of you in the dress. You couldn't help but feel a mix of self consciousness and nerves, wondering what Billie's reaction would be. The three dots bounced up and down as you waited for her to text. Finally, the dots stopped bouncing and a new message appeared.

"Wow, you look absolutely stunning in that dress," Billie texted, and you could almost hear the hint of surprise in her voice. "I mean, you always look beautiful, but in that dress, you look like a total knockout. I'm trying to pick my jaw up off the floor over here." She added a heart emoji at the end, which made you grin from ear to ear.

"Well you should thank her,I wasn't gonna take photos" 

"Can't believe you were trying to cheat me out of such an amazing sight. But I am very thankful to her for this picture." She sent a string of heart emojis along with the text, making it clear how she felt.

"You really like this dress,huh?"

"Like is an understatement," Billie replied, with several more heart emojis. "I'm actually drooling a lil bit over here. You look like an absolute goddess in it. I mean it."

"Thanks,Bills" you sent back a couple of hearts to match.

"In fact, I don't ever want you to take that dress off," she teased, followed by a winking emoji.

"Billie I'm not gonna buy a wedding dress just to wear around"

"Why not?" Billie replied, and you could hear the hint of playfulness in her voice. "I mean, imagine if you just wore that dress around the house. I'd never be able to keep my hands off you."

"You have that problem already" you chuckled to yourself.

"Touché," Billie responded, sending a row of laughing emojis. "But can you blame me? It's like you're walking around in a dress made specifically to drive me wild." The message was followed with some hearts. "Actually, maybe we should make a deal," she added, followed by another flirtatious emoji.

"What kinda deal?" You played along with her.

"Let me buy you that dress, but with one little condition," Billie responded, adding a mischievous winking emoji. "You have to promise to wear it, and only wear it, for me." It was both a playful and serious request that seemed more tempting with every passing second.

"Billie,I'm not buying a wedding dress simply because you wanna fuck me in it"

"Alright, maybe I need to play a little bit more seriously," Billie texted back, sending a few more pouting emojis. "It's not just about that. I really do think you look beautiful in the dress, it would be a shame if you didn't own it."

"I get it but no point unless I'm getting married"

"Maybe you should just marry me then?" Billie replied, adding a string of diamond rings. "Problem solved, right?" 

"Is that seriously how you're gonna propose to me?"

"Hey, you're the one who said you wouldn't buy a wedding dress unless you were getting married," Billie responded."I'm just trying to be practical."

"I'll get the dress if you promise to propose probably"

"Oh, so now you're interested in the dress? If it's a proper proposal you want, consider it done. But in the meantime, I'll need a picture of you in that dress again. For research purposes, obviously." She sent a winking emoji at the end of her message.

[enhani-ki]

BMF part ii - reader x ni- ki

warnings : smut, nsfw, cursing, mild asphyxiation, etc.

note : reader is desperate & downbad but that's the point of this fic (^_^) part one [here!]

you were thinking about the 'uninterested' ni-ki, the one who texts you:

ok, just shut up and come here already.

the one you were watching as he focused on his phone, barely acknowledging your presence.

"you know," you started, "you could at least pretend you want me here."

ni-ki reached over and squeezed your face using his one hand, his fingers were easily squishing your cheeks together. "you're the only one who wanted to be here,"

you clicked your tongue, "you're really no fun."

he rolled his eyes, leaning back against the headboard, scrolling through whatever was on his screen. "you're free to leave anytime," he muttered.

you whined. he put his phone aside before turning to face you.

"why are you like this?"

you smiled, enjoying the way his attention was finally on you. "like what?"

ni-ki stared for a long moment before shaking his head at you. "nothing, forget it."

you scooted closer, "what if i don't want to forget it?"

"then that's your problem," he replied right away, looking at anywhere but you.

you tilted your head, watching his tired face. maybe he's already exasperated at you, so obviously, you will push his buttons even more.

you reached for ni-ki's hand, interlocking your fingers with his.

he immediately stiffened. "what are you-"

"stay still…" you murmured, running your thumb over his skin. warm and a little rough.

"when will you realize that i'm not so bad?"

he blinked for a while, his eyes kept darting to your intertwined hands, or your face. his fingers twitched—you thought he was gonna yank his hand away.

but instead, he squeezed your hand back.

your eyes slightly widened.

"if you tell anyone about this, i'm never talking to you ever again." he warned, though the tip of his ears were already red.

that ni-ki also always tolerated everything you do... or say..

you talked big games that made him laughed.

always making suggestive jokes, always teasing him about things you barely even understood, acting like you knew what you were talking about.

"i'm making you horny?" he scoffed in disbelief.

and maybe he's not right but he knew damn well you weren't as experienced as you like to pretend you are,

"you don't even know what to do with yourself."

talking about how you're gonna suck his dick or fuck him with no protection, no lubes. you kept saying it around like? stop lying.

riki-san: can i come over to get the record?

ni-ki dropped by your place just to pick up the record you always wanted to lend him. you handed it over and were about to walk him to the door but-

the doorbell suddenly rang.

"i got it," he said, reaching for the door before you could.

he has your package in his hands, he tried to read the label with a confused look.

"hey! give me that," you said, taking it from him before hurrying to your room.

"uh… okay?" he muttered, watching you. "y/n, i'm heading out."

you opened the package with excitement and shouted, "okay, take care!"

ni-ki frowned. normally, you'd at least walk him out, maybe keep clinging onto him until the last second, or even find some excuse to keep him around just a little longer.

now it seems like you're just letting him go way too easily.

so curiosity got the best of him, instead of leaving, he turned back and peeked through your half-opened door…

and there you were, holding up a lingerie.

interesting.

smirking, he pushed the door open fully. "what's that?"

you panicked, scrambling and shoving all the delicate fabric behind your back. "n-nothing!"

ni-ki raised his brow and reached over, snatching on easily from your hands. he held it high and inspected the thin material. "...huh."

"i just want to try..."

try to show him what it would be like if he's your man.

he stared at you for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh. he finally tossed the lingerie back to you then made himself comfortable on your bed, arms crossed.

and as if he had just heard your thoughts, ni-ki muttered "go on, then."

you blinked. "go on… what?"

"try."

you bit your lower lip and looked down, you can feel heat starting to rush to your face.

an amused chuckle escaped his lips after seeing you blush. "what? you're embarrassed? after what we did?"

your mouth opened, ready to argue, but no words came out.

ni-ki grinned and shrugged, leaning back against your pillows, looking completely comfortable. "it's cool, i've seen enough anyway."

and... that annoyed you. he was just teasing you, you knew that, but the way he said it lit a small fire inside your chest. so with a pout, you rolled your eyes at him before grabbing one of the least revealing sets.

but ni-ki, in fact, had not seen enough.

you don't know why you're gonna let this happen, you knew that once you'll step out, he will casually judge you.

and the one you had just currently put on barely covered anything, he could actually see right through it without even trying.

you shrugged and turned to the mirror, tilting your head as you examined yourself. "this one's a bit… tight," you said while adjusting the cups and pushing your tits together just to see how it looked.

ni-ki stood up and didn't say a word. instead, he just stepped close, putting his hands on your waist.

his rings were cool against your skin, sending a familiar shiver down your spine. his hands rested perfectly over your curves, making you let out a slow breath while meeting his eyes through the mirror.

he then reached into his pocket to grab his phone. "hold still," he murmured, and before you could even ask why, you heard the faint click of the camera.

"turn around." he demanded.

you turned to face him. ni-ki's eyes flickered down, scanning you from head to toe, his lips parted slightly as he took in the way the lingerie were hugging your figure.

you just melted, feeling really, really vulnerable under his heated stare.

then he lifted his phone again. you hesitated for just a moment before your hands moved up on their own, reaching around his shoulders.

he smirked. he's been waiting for you to do that.

he snapped another picture. this time, it's with you in his arms, and your body clinging to his.

him in his fit looking cool, while you, dressed in delicate laces, looking undone... it's perfect.

ni-ki put the phone back in his pocket before pulling you even closer. your heart was pounding in anticipation and when he finally dipped his head to kiss you...

good lord.

he pulled back and nipped at the skin just beneath your ear. then started kissing your neck that made your knees weak.

you sucked in a sharp breath and moaned quietly.

"y/n..." he called out.

your eyes rolled back for a second before you caught yourself. "hmm?"

"let's do it," he whispered.

you body stiffened as you turned your head slightly, "do what?" you asked.

"you know what."

your heart started pounding hard and your body felt hot all over.

"s…se…"

ni-ki smiled, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss. "yes," he murmured between kisses, his hands trailing lower.

he turned you around to face the mirror, his hand pressed firmly against your stomach, his chest were pressed to your back as you both stared into each other through the reflection.

you felt dizzy just by the way he held you, with the way his fingers toyed with the hem of your lingerie, deciding just how far to take this.

"you're having fun, aren't you?"

you smiled, jumping a little in excitement "...yes!"

his lips formed a smile again, "yeah?"

you wanted him for so long. you dreamt of this exact moment, imagining how it would feel to have his hands on you, his plump lips devouring yours... but there's really nothing that could have actually prepared you for the way he was touching you right now, unraveling you piece by piece.

"so much," you admitted.

he hummed in satisfaction. he slid his hands down, gripping the back of your thighs before lifting you. you wrapped your legs around his waist. he carried you over to the bed like you weighed nothing.

he laid you down, you had just enough time to breathe before he was all over you again, kissing you senseless, hands roaming everywhere.

you moaned against his lips, body arching up into his as it teased their way down. "can you slap me?" you blurted out.

ni-ki froze, not sure if he heard you right. "i'm sorry?"

you swallowed. "can you slap me? just so i know i'm not dreaming."

he stared at you, completely dumbfounded but then chuckled,

"i promise you, you don't need that."

he pushed your legs apart with ease, pressing his dick against your crotch before kissing over your jaw, trailing down to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave faint marks behind.

his fingers tugged at the delicate fabric, snapping the thin strap against your skin to hear your little gasp.

the way you were whimpering for him, the way you clung to him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded... it was driving him insane.

he lined himself, smearing his own spit before pushing inside you in one slow stroke.

your mind went blank the second felt his cock. your mouth parted, but no sound came out at first, then followed by a sharp, broken gasp.

ni-ki groaned, his hands gripping your thighs, looking down as he watched the way his cock slowly slid in and out of your pussy. "mmh, shit,"

"riki- oh my god-" you moaned. his jaw clenched at the way you said his name, his restraint hanging by a thread.

you gripped onto his shoulders. his forehead dropping to yours as he fastened his pace, stretching you so passionately fast and perfect.

"you- you feel so good," he kissed you, his fingers traced your throat, feather-light, before gently wrapping his hand around it, feeling your pulse quicken beneath his fingertips.

you swallowed, looking up at him, "riki..."

he dipped his head down, latching onto one of your nipples. his tongue flicked over the bud before sucking hard, groaning against your skin as he listened to your loud moans. he licked, sucked, bit down,

you gasped in pain, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer and fuck— he could bust a nut just from the way you reacted.

he moaned against your tits, losing himself more in your warmth, your taste. your walls clenched around his cock every time he flicked his tongue. ni-ki moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention, lapping at your sensitive skin, making sure to leave marks all over you.

then he choked you slightly, enough to make your head spin as he leaned in to devour your lips.

rolling his hips, he's hitting your spot with every thrust, your fingers clawed at his arms. the added pressure making your head buzz. "ah-"

"shh" he soothed, grip loosening slightly. his thumb stroked over your skin before tightening its grip on your neck again, perfectly in sync with his deep, slow strokes.

his lips hovered over yours, catching every whimper, every desperate moan that slipped past your lips as he tried to hold back his own release.

"look at me, please," he murmured. you forced your eyes open, "i wanna see you when you cum."

a desperate whine left your lips as his thrusts got faster, his body were pressing you so hard into the mattress. the bed was creaking so hard, threatening to break.

he reached down between your bodies, rubbing fast circles over your clit. "riki- ah, i can't-"

"you can," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. "cum for me, baby."

"no! i can't-"

it's hard, you're panicking, you didn't know what to do but ni-ki kissed you, assuring you "it's okay, just let go," he said, brushing stray hair off your face. he felt your entire body tensed, shaking beneath him.

you were already cumming, and despite being so tired, he managed to give you a smile.

he groaned, burying himself deeper as he followed right after, shuddering, spilling his hot load into your thighs.

your mind floated somewhere between reality and whatever haze ni-ki had left you in. he exhaled, running a hand through his damp hair before turning his head to look at you.

"you good?" he asked, his voice was a little quieter than usual, and hoarse.

you blinked at him, still trying to catch your breath. "i- yeah..."

ni-ki chuckled, rolling onto his back with one arm resting behind his head then, his other hand reached out, tugging lightly at the strap of your lingerie. "i really ruined this,"

you turned your head too to look at him, still dazed, lips parting slightly. "it's fine… i bought it for you."

he took a deep breath and sighed, shaking his head before rolling over to face you completely. "guess i have to buy you more of these..." he murmured, more to himself than to you.

you brows furrowed. "huh?"

instead of answering, he just smirked slightly and pulled the sheets over the two of you. "nothing. go to sleep, dumbass."

despite everything, despite the heat still clinging to your skin, and the way he still haven't moved away from you, you found yourself obeying.

your eyelids grew heavier but before sleep could fully take over, you can't help but ask:

"…are you going to leave once i fall asleep?"

ni-ki didn't answer right away but then, his hold at your waist tightened. "no," he murmured.

"promise?"

he hummed yes, then ni-ki moved closer and whispered "if you want..."

"...you can just tie me or lock me up here."

your eyes widened, "you'll let me do that?!"

"yes, i'll let my girl do whatever she want."

you hugged him.

"you are good for me, so patient… always taking care of me, always waiting for me."

his words made your chest tighten, a fresh wave of tears pooling in your eyes. "so pretty..."

"you trust me so much," he murmured, brushing your hair away from your damp forehead. "letting me fuck you like that, letting me have you like this."

you sniffled, unable to say anything, just looking up at him with glossy eyes.

ni-ki wiped away another tear with his thumb before pressing a soft kiss to your lips, slow and tender, like saying everything he couldn't put into words.

he whispered against your lips, "i'm so fucking grateful."

his hands roamed over your skin, grounding you, soothing you as he pulled you into his chest. his heartbeat were steady, like a comforting rhythm against your ear.

"you okay?" he murmured, tilting your chin up to look at you again.

you nodded weakly,

already touching yourself under the blanket while hearing his praises.

ni-ki gave you a small smirk, pressing another kiss to your temple. completely unaware of what you're doing. "good." he let his fingers trail over your throat once more, this time with nothing but admiration. "we're perfect together..."

you buried your face in his neck, body still sensitive as he held you close.

he felt your hands moving under, "wha-"

"riki..." you cut him off.

"can i tie you now?"

more notes : had to hold back making another overstimulation smut T-T i also dk what is this lmao but it's so fun to write (plz, there's no part three T-T)

check : BMF part i ; マスターリストm.list

taglist: @dolliewon @ziiao

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Handle With Care 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your work blurs the lines between professional and personal.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

"Sam's not gonna make it," Bucky huffs as you stand at the sink. He puts his phone face down. "He's an important guy now." He turns and leans on the counter as you rinse the plate in your hands. "I told you, I can clean up after myself."

"And I told you, it's not too much," you put it in the rack. "My mother tried to raise a lady, despite how I turned out."

He tilts his head as he eyes you, "there's a dishwasher."

"Aren't you the cranky old man who tells the youngins they don't know what hard work is?" You scoff.

His lips thin, "you heard that?"

You shrug, "you're a good trainer, Barnes."

"It's a short leash," he growls.

"Is that what you think?"

He sighs and crosses his arms. "You're not like me. I know what people see when they look at me."

"Is that barbecue sauce on your chin?" You smile. He frowns and quickly rubs his chin with his knuckle. You chuckle. "Messing with you."

He huffs.

"What do you know about me, Barnes? You read my file."

"I don't know," he scratches his neck. "You're a demolitions expert."

"Oh, and do you know how I got to know explosions so well?"

"File said you worked with the PD--"

You scoff. "You really didn't dig into the archives? The real ones?"

He shakes his head.

"I didn't work with the PD. I got arrested for setting up IEDs around a farmhouse. Several."

"Farmhouses?" His eyes flash. "Why--"

"Long story short, you meet a lot of backwards people out in the country," you put the second plate in the tray and scrub a knife. "Couple years in, they showed up. Offered me a deal. I saved an embassy. Got my freedom. With conditions."

"Hm."

"Should they really trust me? You think I won't go back and try again? After they've taught me how to do it ten times better?" You laugh. His cheeks twitch. You shake your head. "Barnes, really."

"Well..." he drops his arms. "I don't know, do I?"

You laugh. He lets himself smile.

"Sorry about Sam. I'll let him know he's a real shit for bailing," you pull the stopper in the sink. He hands you a towel. You dry off and give it back. "If you can tolerate me a little longer, we could watch something. From this century."

"You didn't like Showtime?"

"Oh, it was fun, but I need more than moony eyes and tapping toes," you retort. "And I don't mind the snuggles." His brows furrow and you turn to look around, "where is that kitty?"

He's silent as you make clicky noises in an effort to entice the cat from her hiding spot.

"Didn't take you for an animal person."

"Might say the same of you," you toss back. "I had a pet snake. Wasn't much of a cuddler."

"Huh," he utters.

"Huh, what?" You turn and face him from the doorway.

"Nothing. Just the definition of a lady's changed a lot since my day."

"I'm sure a lot's changed. Can't even imagine," you say. "I did three years and came out, totally lost. You did... a lot longer."

"Yeah, well, it was easier... before."

You know who he's referring too. You can't blame him for being bitter. It must sting more now that Sam chose not to come hang. You almost want to call him up and bitch but you doubt he'd answer.

"Alright, my choice," you declare as you enter the front room. "You need a dose of pure schlock."

"You don't have to feel sorry for me," he grumbles.

"If I did, you'd know it," you scoop up your phone and ignore him. "I'm thinking the trashiest action crap we can find."

"You really don't have to--"

"Barnes, I'm here, and to be honest, I don't really feel like dealing with rush hour," you sneer. "So be a good host and get me a beer."

He stares back at you and blinks.

"Oh, wait, wait, I'll ask like a lady." You bat your lashes and force a smile. You add a few octaves. "Oh, please won't you get me a drink?"

He makes a face, "don't ever do that again."

You snort. You look around for his television remote. You click on the screen and flop onto the couch.

His suggested is a bit predictable; war docs, Lord of the Rings, The Sopranos? Alright. No wonder he's so goddamn serious.

He comes back with two bottles. He offers you one. He turns and stand next to the couch as he presses the glass neck to his lip but doesn't drink.

You continue your search for something less dire. Arnie is always a good time, right?

"Barnes," you select a classic; Predator. "You wanna sit? The whole lurking in my peripheral thing makes me itchy."

He flinches, "uh, sure."

He steps around the couch and sits right against the armrest. You look down at yourself. There's the stain on the borrowed shirt but otherwise you're presentable. You lift your arm and sniff.

"I smell or something?" You ask and put the remote down.

"Huh?" He glance at you.

"You think I'm contagious, or something?" You tease.

His forehead wrinkles and he shows his teeth.

"You don't have to tuck yourself into the corner like a misbehaved child," you say.

"It's not... no, just making sure you have space."

"Relax, I don't got any explosives on me," you sit back and face the screen.

A white blur jumps up beside you and you wince. Bucky does too. Alpine walks in a circle, seeking pets from her owner before spinning back. She comes to nestle against your leg, putting her head on your thigh. You stroke her gently.

"I can see why you don't like to go out, Barnes," you snort.

"She's alright." He eases just a bit. "She'll be making all sorts of racket at midnight."

"Good kitty," you praise and reach for your beer. "You give him hell, pretty kitty."

He sighs and turns his bottle in his hands. Too bad that stuff can loosen him up.

[mcflymemes]

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY (2014) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary.

you can't! you'll die! why are you doing this? why?

it can't be done. you're asking us to die.

i have lived most of my life surrounded by enemies. i will be grateful to die among my friends.

you are an honorable man.

i will fight beside you.

well that's just as fascinating as the first 89 times you told me that.

i just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you've accepted me despite my blunders.

it is good to once again be among friends.

i can barely see.

where did you learn to do that?

i'll have to agree with the walking thesaurus on that one.

nothing goes over my head.

i have a plan.

you've got a plan? first of all, you're copying me from when i said i had a plan.

i don't think you even have a plan.

we've already established that you destroying the ship i'm on is not saving me!

when did we establish that?

i wasn't listening then.

i just saved [name]!

you don't get an opinion.

that's a fake laugh.

it's barely a concept.

you're taking their side?

what the hell does that have to do with anything?

i am going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy.

no one's blowing up morons.

you just wanna suck the joy out of everything.

when i look around, you know what i see? losers.

i am not gonna stand by and watch as billions of lives are being wiped out.

leave it to me.

look at him. he's useless.

on that wall back there is a black panel. blinky yellow light. you see it?

how are we supposed to do that?

you must be joking.

i really heard they find you attractive.

we gotta move quickly.

for the record, i advised them against trusting you.

prove me wrong.

i am not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your pelvic sorcery.

i'm a warrior. an assassin. i don't dance.

we have a legend about people like you. it's called footloose. and in it, a great hero named kevin bacon teaches an entire city full of people with sticks up their butts that dancing is the greatest thing there is.

we're just like kevin bacon.

you've heard of this. you've seen this, right? you know what this is.

you're an imbecile.

what did the galaxy ever do for you?

why would you want to save it?

what should we do next? something good? something bad? bit of both?

we'll follow your lead, [name].

take my hand.

you said it yourself, bitch.

do you believe him?

your ship is filthy.

if i had a blacklight, this would look like a jackson pollock painting.

who calls him that?

i don't know how this machine works.

what are you doing?

dance-off. me and you.

quit smiling, you idiot. you're supposed to be professional.

i like your knife. i'm keeping it.

that was my favorite knife.

i live for the simple things.

he has no respect.

you're drunk.

this is exactly why none of you have any friends.

you've always been weak.

no one talks to my friends like that.

i only ask that you take this matter seriously.

you should have learned.

i don't learn. one of my issues.

what a bunch of a-holes.

you should try to be more nice to people.

hold on a second. you're being serious right now?

[inc0mple]

Am I allowed to propose a fandom event? I'm proposing a fandom event. Hype it up if you want idk 😅 I'm gonna talk about it like it's a big fancy thing and not just a random idea I got, be aware, even though it is the latter

Ooh ahh fandom fic event header ✨

So like!!! If you don't read fanfiction, there is some very high quality stuff on AO3 in the Cinderella Boy fandom. Like very high quality. I linked some of my recs at the bottom of this post. And I think we should draw art of them, and generally talk about and appreciate them, with pointed vigor until the start of the second CB season :D I'm trying to do this myself since I've been more writing than reading lately, and I think it would be a very fun event to show love for the hard working writers of this fandom, and also supply each other with more content!!! And also encourage more people to start writing which they TOTALLY SHOULD or invigor current authors with more passion

I can't explain how happy it makes me to see that someone has drawn art of my fic. It's an incredible high. That and just talked about it, enjoyed it, etcetera.

So, here is the event I propose:

Until the start of the second season of Cinderella Boy, we should pointedly read, make fanart of, and generally hype up Cinderella Boy fanfiction.

To start I did doodle this from loonaverser's fic Dancing in the Moonlight, although admittedly I'm not proud of it:

To help support fic authors:

- Go give a chance to a CB fic you haven't tried before

- Draw art for that fic

- Draw art for a fic you really love or want to show appreciation for

- Reblog with recommendations and what you love about then

- Talk about your own work and fanfiction!!! You deserve to :D

(Some) recommendations

Where The Sky Meets The Sea

Nox

Our Last Year As Roommates

Dancing in the Moonlight

So Shaped by the Chances

Three Nights With the Prince

Mystery of the Book-Bound Key

Shut Up and Dance

The Hero in Your Story

Sunshine and Saccharin

I hope I linked all those right, ahhh!

So like ye :D

[archivalofsins]

Personally I hope that no one begins to do a disservice to Haruka's characterization by fixating on one singular thing.

Such as the murder, parental neglect, the possible diagnoses and mental health struggles he had etc. Because fixating on that is no different than what his parents did. Fixating on the label of the issue more than the person with it. Doing this ignores that Haruka as a character was someone committed to changing for the better. So for once in his life he could do something to benefit the people in his life who he cared about and were there for him.

He constantly worked in order to not be a disappointment and died trying his best to repent and at least be useful to one person before he left this world. Regardless of if he was being used or not. He recognized that what he did was wrong. The report illustrates this again and again.

It highlights how he was tormented by his own actions,

Haruka weeps, as he clumsily hides the body, "This child's life was probably much more valuable than my own." "A future much brighter than mine was probably awaiting this child." "Why did I end up like this?" Haruka cried, night after night after that, and repented. He thinks about the future of the child he murdered, and claws at his chest. When he comes to, he was strangling the neck of a second child.

It showcases how he wasn't fully cognizant that he was repeating this pattern with the second child and his music videos display that as well. Going further to imply by not labeling this as a murder that once he recognizes what he was doing he stops himself.

Something alluded to in the series by the fact that Haruka states he's afraid to be near children. A fear more than likely brought about by the fact he did this with no awareness of it.

Haruka's First Voice Drama 4:25s

"A-Amane." What's wrong? "I-I'm not good with them. Children at that age. A-Amane is a good girl but she brings back b-bad memories." Are you alright? You're looking pale, you know?

That he warns people not to get close to him because bad things happen to those that get close to him,

Haruka's First Voice Drama 4:44s

"I shouldn't be too i-involved with people in the first place. Even with all the prisoners they might misunderstand. It's no good." Why is that? Just do as you please. The bonds we share with other people are the very thing that shows our human nature, that's what I believe. "It's something I can't even tell you, prison guard!" Even to me? "You shouldn't get so close to me. Bringing misfortune to people is the only thing I'm naturally good at."

The only thing I'm naturally good at./When he comes to, he was strangling the neck of a second child.

Haruka's First Voice Drama 5:15s

"The more you know about me, I'm sure I'll bring misfortune onto you as well, prison guard." Haruka. "Because! Because... Ah, I'm sorry... for just talking by myself." Continue. "It's happen sometimes. I... I... Even though I try to be normal, everything gets ruined. You, everyone, if you knew me... If you knew everything that I did... I'm gonna be abandoned, that's bound to happen."

Because I'm a selfish killer.

Doing that would ignore that Haruka consistently did things within Milgram to try to mitigate and work on the issues he's constantly faced throughout his life.

Focusing on just one thing ignores everything we saw Haruka's character try to do over the years that he was in Milgram as well as everything that has transpired as Milgram has gone on.

Something that he died continuing to attempt to do.

It ignores the fact that Haruka didn't think his actions or the murder were right. It ignores the fact that he came here admitting fully he was wrong and was told actually no you're wrong about being wrong what you did here was okay.

Haruka Metamorphosis of the Weak 2:30s

"It is. I felt uneasy about it this whole time... Someone as worthless as me having killed someone to gain attention, and a person who surely had more worth and more of a future than me, at that..." ... "But it turns out that I did nothing wrong after all! It wasn't wrong of me to kill her. There was never anything for me to worry about...!" Oh...? "It felt so strange warden...! Warden-san, you forgave me so, so much, it felt like a whole lot of people had accepted me! Ahh... It was the first time I've ever felt something like that!"

To reduce all of that characterization down to mental health struggles, neglect, or one single issue at all is to miss what makes Haruka a great character entirely.

He is all of his flaws and successes.

Yet beyond all that in his dying moments he was someone who was trying his best to do right by someone and prove to the people that gave up on him that he wasn't a failure and he could be useful. He was a character that died crying out for a mother who abandoned him saying,

"I changed……I'm……useful now……Mommy."

Even if the only way he could be costed him his life.

Still none of that negates the fact that he was and will always be a murderer. That he cut a child's life short. All of those things can be true at once.

Because for a character to come off as human for them to be compelling is to hold space for the fact that like people they will be flawed, they will be pitiable, they will be undeniably wrong in some areas and justified in others and they won't exist forever.

People will grow to like or hate them in equal measure and find reasons to justify those feelings just like with any person in real life. Yet at the end of the day beyond like and dislike, hate and ok- There's a complicated characterization there waiting to be appreciated for everything it is not just what's easy to enjoy or dislike about it.