#they don't do shit about my spine or my leg. they just make me sleepy. and now SICK

[dianetastesmetal]

Me

[willows-peak]

jjk boys reacting to getting a morning wood next to you

ANONNN UR MIND <3333

*･ﾟ✧ JJK Men With Morning Wood

tags: multi character x reader, fem! reader, morning sex, thigh fucking, humping, handjobs, male masturbation, mutual masturbation kinda, the ittiest bit of degradation in toji's

word count: 4.9k wowie zowie

a/n: eek my first request...so happy. this was so fun to write ty anon, im supes sorry it took so long to write! i may have gotten carried away,, also TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS HOLY SHIT 🎉🎉🎉🎉should i do a milestone reward :o

NSFW UNDER CUT! MDNI

⋆｡˚ ♡ gojo: wakes you up and begs to fuck your thighs

Gojo woke with a startle, his body only lending him a few moments to adjust to his surroundings before he had to stifle a low groan into his palm, a dull, overpowering throb sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. He blearily glanced downwards to where he felt the heat starting to pool, his vision being blocked off by your body, pressed tight against his.

You were moving around in your sleep quite a bit, leg thrown across his own and arms wrapped tight around his chest. A quiet noise left his throat as he felt that jolt go through his body again, your hips moving up against his crotch just enough to graze across the head of his clothed cock, making him swear under his breath.

He'd found the culprit for his sudden awakening, but now comes the issue of taking care of it. The combination of sleepiness and horniness was making his head feel foggy, eyes darting around the softly lit room for any kind of distraction he could find for himself. Now he knew why you always made a fuss when he clung to you in bed, it was near impossible to move around and touch himself without waking you.

He bit his lip tightly as he felt his cock jump up in his boxers, eyes drifting back to your body innocently leaning onto his. The time on the clock read '10:20 am', much past the normal time you would wake up normally. You wouldnt be *too* upset if he just..?

"Baby.." he whispered, the arm encompassing your waist shifting forwards to jostle your still body, making you whine against his chest and hug him closer in defiance. "C'mon baby, get up." he said, moving you again and giving him a louder whine in response.

Through his persistence, your head turned up and poking out from the bumps of his naked chest, eyelids lowered as you slowly started to wake up

“G'morning beautiful, sorry to wake you up like this” he chuckled, brushing a small section of hair from your face as he watched your eyes travel downwards, to how his erection poked against your inner thigh. “You don't gotta do anything, just please-” Gojo shuddered as you slowly grinded up against his tent, your soft voice making the fog in his head worsen. 

“Lemme fuck your thighs, alright baby? Please, it'll be quick, I promise” his chest rose up and down in quick, shallow breaths, stilling himself with all his might when the head of his dick slipped snuggly into the dip of your thighs, right underneath your panty clad pussy. “Please, sweet thing? I'll make you cum too, promise” he ran his hands down to your hip, pressing his lips together when you let out the softest moan.

Still too sleepy for talking, you nodded into his collarbones, spreading your legs apart enough for Gojo to slip inside them. Gojo almost moaned at the display in front of him, hushed praises and thanks coming from his lips as he hurriedly slipped down his pants and boxers, sighing in relief when the uncomfortable pressure of his underwear was finally gone.

Gojo's hand made quick work slipping his pants down to mid way down his thighs, moving his fingers to lightly press against the crotch of your panties. “Shit…” he whispered, feeling the way your pussy was already starting to wetten up for him. “Have a good dream about me, huh?” he teased, rubbing slow circles on your clit before replacing it with his length.

He could feel you clench around nothing through the thin fabric, a shudder erupting through his lower half as you slowly closed your legs back around his cock. He groaned under his breath at the warmth enveloping him, chuckling and pulling his hips back. “Shit, you feel good… where’s the lube, wanna make it feel better” he mumbled as he turned his body around to search through the drawers behind him, rummaging around loudly until he triumphantly brought out a small, almost empty bottle of clear liquid.

“Spread your legs again, this’ll make it feel good.” he spoke, a small *click* as he flipped the bottle open and squirted the liquid onto his deft fingers. As he massaged it into the plush of your thigh, his thumb caught underneath your panties, pulling the fabric to the side smoothly. His lubed fingers came to spread your lips open, the cold morning air blowing across your sensitive cunt and making you shiver from the exposure. ‘Satoruu..” you whined, feeling his cock slide up your thigh to rest right against your pussy.

“Close em, fuck, I don’ think I can stay still for long” he whispered, his large body coming to hold your lower half flush with his own. You whimpered and wordlessly followed what he asked, moaning softly at the feeling of his firm cock grazing *so* slowly across your pussy.

“That’s the shit, god.. such a good girl for me” Gojo whispered, his voice sultry and practically dripping with heat as he grinded up into your thighs, his dick gliding across the wetness of your pussy and perfectly rubbing against your clit. “Hold onto me baby, I’m not gonna be gentle.”

⋆｡˚ ♡ getou: kisses you awake and humps your leg

Getou carefully turned himself around, keeping note of your tight grip against his sides and letting himself relax back against the warm sheets as he shifted himself closer to you, his fingers coming to cradle your soft hair as his lips met with your face.

Ever since getting with you, Getou had gradually lost interest in getting himself off, especially in the mornings like this. he could feel the way his half hard erection slowly filled out his pants more as he drunk you in, his lips taking their time to press against each and every crevice of your face.

He could feel you start to stir, your soft eyelashes slowly cracking open to meet with his gaze, lowered with his pupils expanded to cover the majority of his eyes.

He pulled away just enough to give you room to yawn, his hand sliding down the front of his body to grope at his cock as you greeted him, voice crackly and quiet. "Good morning hun" Getou spoke, his voice gruff right against your ear as he resumed his onslaught of kisses.

"Mm-" you tried to get out a word of questioning as to why he was so affectionate, but your lips quickly turned into a home for Getou's, tenderly kissing you. You could feel low, muffled groans being thrust into your mouth as he lifted your face up to meet with his better. “Sugu-” you gasped, pulling away only to be hungrily brought back to his lips.

“Shh, stick out your leg f’ me, baby” Getou ordered, smiling when you wordlessly obeyed him. You gasped again as your knee brushed over his bulge, Getou’s free hand coming down to hold it still. “Feel that pretty girl?” he asked, watching you nod and try to press harder against him. “Think you can help out with this?” he offered, biting his lip in arousal at how quickly you agreed with his request.

His grip on your thigh loosened, just enough to give you the wiggle room to grind down into his erection. His raspy, deep voice filled your ears as he ground his hips down into your hard knee, hand climbing up to grope at your butt and snickering when you squeaked in surprise.

“So nasty..” you murmured, watching with bated breath as he caressed the back of your thigh tenderly. “Only for you, sweet girl… fuck, keep doin that-” he grunted out, your knee pressing up against his balls slightly as he humped against you.

He’d slipped up to grinding against the meat of your thigh by now, whispers of your name escaping from his lips as a small, barely noticeable spot of wetness started to seep through the fabric of his sweatpants. “Sugu, kiss me again, please” you begged, barely needing to wait before geto’s lips came crashing onto yours. His thick, hot tongue eagerly pressed through your parted lips, grinning into the kiss as his tongue twirled around yours.

Your body quickly flushed warmly under his strong hold, feeling how pulsed and ground hard against your thigh, your breath catching in your throat when his tongue dipped up to the roof of your mouth, licking along the length of it before pulling away for a gasp of air. “So fucking sexy, baby girl, god- say my name baby please” Getou moaned, the grinds against your thighs speeding up sloppily. Getou could never control himself when he got like this, so desperate for an orgasm he’d take anything you gave him as long as it got him off.

“Suguruuu-” you drew out your words, half moaning and half whining as he raised your leg to grind back down into your knee. “Yeah, that’s right, say it louder f’ me” Getou purred, panting as his hips thrusted down onto your leg. You spoke his name again, feeling your pussy thump in tandem with your heart at Getou’s husky moans filling the thick air around you two. “Wanna see me cum, beautiful?” he asked, voice lifting as his body grew closer to orgasm already. “Mmmhm, please Sugu lemme see” 

Getou fumbled with the band of his sweatpants clumsily, pulling them down to reveal his flushed red cock, the stain of pre cum much bigger now against the dark gray cotton fabric. You squirmed as Getou slid his lubed cock onto your bare thigh, rubbing down against the warm, soft skin and shivering softly. “Keep your eyes here, got it?” He whispered, forehead pressed against yours as the two of you watched his hips quickly pick up pace against your leg, raunchy sounding groans and chants of your name falling from his lips carelessly.

“Shit- y’ so good to me baby, so fucking good” Getou stumbled out, hair falling around the two of you as his head bowed down in pleasure. “Touch it honey, please, wanna cum for you” You gasped in arousal, warmth pooling down in your stomach as you quickly stroked the base of his dick, letting your fingers caress down onto his balls when your palm reached the bottom. 

“*F-fuck* yes, cumming, I’m cumming, oh my *god*-” Getou groaned loudly, body trembling and curling into itself as his cock throbbed harshly against your thigh, cum leaking out of his tip and coating the skin of your leg and your hand. You slowed your hand down as Getou rode out his orgasm onto you, uneven bucks and thrusts up against you making you whimper under your breath from how hot you felt.

Getou continued to let out broken noises as his orgasm slowly simmered down, weakly grinding down into the puddle of cum he’d made. He let out fast, shuddered breaths as he rested against you, rubbing your thigh and kissing your forehead gently. Getou used his free hand to cup your chin, lifting it up to meet with his foggy, pleasure hazed eyes. “Don’t worry honey…I’m not done yet” Getou purred, gaze falling down to the way your thighs squeeze together.

⋆｡˚ ♡ nanami: jerks himself off to not disturb your beauty sleep

Nanami let out a drawn out sigh as he snuck his hand downwards, carefully scooting the blankets aside for his hand to get under them. He was hard, and badly at that. And while he didn’t at all blame you for this, he’d noticed that he’s started getting more intense morning wood when you’re with him, leading to him having to carefully wrap his hand around his erection and get himself off without waking you up.

He also, never seemed to realize he could simply turn over and plop you down on the empty bed space next to him until after he was done, discreetly wiping himself off and nudging you awake. He has to pretend he doesn’t know why it slips his mind, even though he knows good and well why he chooses this riskier route. 

Some gross, locked away part of him loves thinking about waking you up by feeling his thick cock pressed against your hole through your panties, his hand quickly stroking himself through orgasm as you moaned at the wet feeling of his cum soaking you. Knowing you, he’d be met with the sweetest moan of his name as the after shocks of his orgasm faded over his body, pressing your hips down against his abdomen.

He held back a noise at that thought, his fingers finally ghosting over his pre cum soaked tip, rubbing small circles across the hole of it before working his way down his shaft. He focused on keeping his breathing steady as you dozed off on his chest.

Staring at the ceiling above him as he bit his lip with concentration. You were, thankfully, not a light sleeper, but he’d rather avoid the embarrassing notion of you waking up to him like *this*.

Nanami had done this many many times before, so he knew exactly what to think of to get himself off quick. Not that it ever took long with you, he could count the amount of times he’d nearly cum on the spot when you shimmied your panties off, a string of wetness clinging to your sensitive, pulsating cunt, your swollen clit peeking between the pink-ish folds. The few times when he’d come home tired and ready to either crash into your arms or the bed, when you’d so lovingly take care of him by riding the soul out of his body.

God, he wanted that so badly right now, watching your ass ripple from how hard you were slamming down onto his cock, moaning his name as he felt your hole twitch around him, the unmistakable way you’d quiver and still yourself as you came around his cock, whimpering and squeaking out high pitched little noises as he fucked up into you through your orgasm. 

*‘Later’* Nanami promised to himself, feeling his chest begin to rise and fall rapidly as his hand pumped his cock, holding back sighs and grunts of pleasure as his arm stood as still as possible, his wrist rapidly falling up and down as he fisted his cock.

His hands rapidly squeezed along his thick shaft, desperate to mimic the way your pussy would clamp down so tightly when he bottomed out inside of you.

He was quick to move his hand off your waist, and over his mouth as he nearly moaned out loud at the thought, silently cursing his memory for being so detailed in this moment. He froze stiffly as he felt you start to stir in your sleep, sleepily reaching out before he joined his hand with yours. He sighed shakily, speaking lowly to not wake you further, his hand still grazing across the sensitive veins alongside his cock. “Shh, go back to sleep dear, I’m here.” He could almost laugh at how easily you fell limp back against him, your breathing slowing back down and a one off snore leaving your throat.

He gently held onto your hand, the fist still around his cock now picking up speed, wet sounds being poorly muffled through the blanket as he leaned his head back against the pillows. The adrenaline from just now only fueled onto his racing heart and sensitivity, hand clamping down onto yours as he could start to feel his orgasm quickly approaching him. 

His teeth grit together subtly, holding back swears as his legs tensed up, his fist slapping loudly down against his dick as his stomach tightened. “Shit-” he swore, his orgasm overtaking him before he could prepare for it. His fist rushed up to close down over his dick, covering his tip as it leaked out thick spurts of his cum. He held his breath in his throat as he trembled, pressure mixing wildly with the fading anxiety of being caught and the pleasure of his hand pushing down across his girth.

He let out a deep sigh as fresh air filled his lungs, his heartbeat loud and clear in his ears while his cock started to soften. He breathed out in relief, glancing downwards at your peaceful figure, none the wiser at what he’d done.

Now, to clean this up before you stirred again..

⋆｡˚ ♡ toji: tries to will it away bc he doesnt feel like taking care of it, doesnt work. u wake up and take care of it for him

Toji grunted under his breath at yet another twitch of his erection, rubbing almost painfully against the starch material of his boxers. He'd been laying like this for a while now, achingly hard with you happily snoozing on his chest, unaware of the predicament he was in.

The rational decision to make here would be to wake you up, or even reach into his pants and get himself off, but it was a *little* hard to do that when one shuffle of his leg got him a whine of complaint and you shimmying back up on his body, getting yourself comfy again before falling back asleep.

And since Toji was *such* a gentleman, how could he disturb your beauty sleep and get himself off?

"Fuckin' hell..." Toji spoke softly, the pressure of your warm body laying on top of him, giving his dick the barest hint of stimulation driving him mad, slowly but surely. There was always the idea of grinding his hips up and jerking himself off with the plush of your thighs, but he knew that'd only result in you grumpily waking up from his cum coating you, glaring at him with those sweet eyes of yours, wiggling your pretty hips over his softening cock, and drowsily cursing him out for wasting his load on your leg like that-

A sharp pulse through his dick ceased his thoughts, making him loudly groan into the morning air. He heard you make a small squeak at the sudden sound, looking down and smirking. “Mornin’ princess” he greeted, his low voice carrying through the quiet air, much to your displeasure. “Y'ur hard…” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes and leaning your hips back to cradle over his tent. 

Toji grunted at the feeling of you lazily grinding down against him, laughing and placing his hands behind his head. “Yeah, I am. Whatcha wanna do about it?” his lips cracked open into a toothy grin, watching the way you sleepily glowered up at him, raising yourself up by the arms and pushing yourself backwards on his lap.

You stifled a yawn into your arm, your ass colliding with Toji’s sturdy abs and making you lose your balance for a small second, your eyes shooting open on instinct. “Careful, now” Toji replied, ever the helpful one as he looked you up and down decidedly. Despite your attitude in the mornings, Toji loved when you got like this, moody, sulking from being awake 'so early' as you'd put it, but not ever hesitating to make him cum all over your pretty fingers.

“You couldn't do it y'self?” you asked accusingly, now seated right below Toji's bulge, your smaller hand pressing down against his length. “Nah, you do it better” Toji said snarkily, watching your eyes roll as you slipped down his sweatpants. For as annoyed as you always looked when he woke you up with his hard on, your eyes almost glittered from how wide they'd get, staring at his thick cock poking out from the band of his underwear. 

“Go on mamas, it won't bite.” He teased, groaning under his breath at your hands quickly pulling the last piece of clothing off him, your fingers pinching over his tip to lube his cock with his pre cum. “Dirty girl..” he commented, his voice much too confident for your liking. “Zip it.” you glared up at him, watching him run his pointer and thumb across his mouth in a zipper motion, the silence immediately being broken when you squeezed your hand around the base of his cock.

With a kiss of your teeth, you quickly began jerking him off, your hand twisting up near the tip before slamming back down at the base, making him let out a pleased moan. He knew you loved when he got vocal, so he made sure to put a little more effort into telling you how good you were doing for him. His sugar sweet girl, so cute even when she was being so slutty like this, manicured nails struggling to meet as they stretched over the girth of his fat dick. Your cheeks flushed as you continued, trying to subtly wiggle your hips as his words sent jolts of arousal straight to your cunt.

“Don’t stop, baby, fuck-” Toji let out, head tilting to the side as he never took his eyes off of you. “You better make this up t’ me, Toji” You murmured, cheeks feeling hot at his heavy gaze, making you feel surrounded by him even as you laid across his flexed thighs. “Oh yeah? You want me to fuck you with my fingers after you make me cum? Make that pretty pussy squirt?” You barely stifled a whine at his brash words, Toji laughing under his breath when he felt the way you tried to grind down against him.

“Yeah, that’s what my girl wants. Fuck, c’mon and make daddy cum, lemme get my hands on you.” Toji groaned, chest rising up and down as you added your other hand to stroke him. He swore at the sight, his brain fogging with arousal at how even your two hands struggled to handle his dick. Toji’s mouth struggled to stay closed as he could practically *feel* how desperate you were now through the way your hands moved, milking his dick effortlessly and making the coil in his stomach tighten fast.

“Fuck- open your mouth baby, yeah that’s it, *shit*-” Toji’s arms came down to grip at your hair, holding your head still as your tongue lolled out of your mouth, drool beginning to run down the tip of it as he came on your face. You watched through your lashes at how his eyes rolled back, hand covering his face as he groaned lowly, warm cum coming out quickly and covering your lips. 

Your hands came to a stop when Toji’s iron grip on your hair loosened, his body falling back against the bed as you swallowed what had gotten in your mouth. You made a small sound of annoyance as your hand was now covered in Toji’s cum, your thumb rubbing against your plush lip and gathering a stray drop of cum from them. Glancing back down at your boyfriend, you could see him facing you yet again, a grin making its way back onto his face.

You yelped loudly as you felt your body get dragged up Toji’s body, hovering over his stomach with your legs spread open widely. “Whatcha doing with your panties still on? C’mon baby, show me what I wanna see.” Toji purred, licking his lips when you shyly brushed the crotch of your underwear to the side. “*That’s* right…”

⋆｡˚ ♡ choso: wakes up and asks if he can fuck you

soft clicking across a keyboard filled choso's ears as his brain slowly came into conscious, a vision of you seated on your side of the bed, leaning back comfortably against the pillows as you typed away at your laptop. choso let out a shocked sound as he tried to scoot closer to you, his pajamas unreasonably tight around his crotch and making his body shiver with sensitivity.

You paused your writing at the noise, shutting it and turning your head over to him. "Good morning cho" You smiled down at him, the morning glow of the sun casting highlights across your chest and collarbones, the loose fitting night gown you sported hiding nothing from Choso's rapidly growing imagination. He felt his leg twitch up at another jerk up against the cotton of his pants, a quiet gasp getting pushed from his lips in surprise.

Your laptop had been placed on the floor by the bed at this point, your body turned over to face Choso while your fingers went to caress his flushed cheeks. “‘M hard” he croaks out softly, making you giggle and nod “I can tell, baby.” he pushes himself up with his forearm slowly, moaning under his breath when his dick grazed against his thigh. “Need you, c’mere, please” he rasped out, tossing the blanket off of him and watching how your eyes dropped down to his tent. 

Your body quickly came to lay back down next to his, lifting your nightgown up to reveal your bare body underneath. Choso moaned shamelessly at how you looked, running his hands across your soft stomach all the way down to the small slit hidden between your thighs. “Thank you, thank you, gonna make you feel good, promise-” he purred out, leaning down to kiss you as his thick fingers quickly made their way to pulling down his pants. 

“So needy, aren't you baby?” you teased lightly, watching excitedly as Choso’s hard cock bounced out of his boxers, slapping the dip of his abs with a quiet ‘pwip’ sound. He nodded along breathlessly, hands gripping the fabric of his underwear tightly as you spread your legs, grinding your bare pussy down against his shaft. You shuddered when you felt it twitch up against you, Choso poorly hiding a whine into his hand as he grabbed your hips, pressing his lips together and pulling his underwear down to his knees.

Your nightgown, previously bunched up midway up your tummy, was now being pulled off leisurely by you, Choso quickly coming to cup his hand underneath your chest. “Yes yes, thank you, won’t take long I promise- *ohh god*” he spoke, voice unsteady and breathy as he prodded his tip against your hole, eyes threatening to roll up when he felt how easily you sucked him in. 

You moved your hips down to meet with his cautious thrusts up, tightening around him as he slowly, so slowly inched his way inside of you. “Haahh- so tight” Choso vocalized, looking up into your eyes as he started to bottom out inside you. Choso had been made aware he was *much* bigger than average, so he’s always been extra careful when sheathing inside of you, mind being driven into filth at the way your pussy would so eagerly swallow him up, hole stretched wide over the base of his dick, your wetness seeping out and coating the front of his balls. 

“Need this so badly, need you” Choso chanted, your name feeling like pure sugar on his tongue as he moaned it. The way you felt, stretched taught all the way down to the bottom of his dick, wet and hot and tight as he reeled his hips back, sighing out so softly as he kissed along your neck made his body feel tingly with pleasure. 

To Choso’s credit, he was honest when he said he wouldn’t take long. With a simple plea in his ear, and a clench down around him, he was wordlessly rutting up into you, his thumb coming down to rub quick circles across your swollen clit. Breathless little ‘ah- ah- ah’s’ spilled from his lips into your shoulder as your leg hooked around his waist, hugging him close as he sloppily fucked into you.

“Sorry, ‘m already, *ah* already close, can I? Inside?” Choso asked, his words broken and strained as his hips effortlessly rammed up into your pussy, filling it out so perfectly that it was impossible not to dumbly nod along with anything Choso asked for. His eyes sparkled as they started to get misty, teeth clenching together while his hands held your hips still, abs tightening as his body chased after his orgasm that was rapidly approaching.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, go-” Choso’s begs were cut off by your lips crashing down into his, his moans being drank down by you as he came instantly, shaking in your grasp as he thrusted up deeply into your pussy. The thumb on your clit never stopped as he came, stroking it alongside the bottom of the nub and whining at how it made you tighten down around him. “S-so *good*, can’ stop, plea-se” Choso cried into you, his arms stiffening into a tight grip that left no room to squirm or move away from him.

You whimpered and squeaked at Choso’s uneven, rapid thrusts up into you, his tip threatening to kiss your cervix as he sloppily rode out his orgasm inside you. You could feel the way his full balls emptied out as he grinded his hips down inside you, low groans vibrating against the skin of your neck and making you shiver when they reached your ear. You needily bucked up into him as his fingers pressed down onto your clit, eyelids lowering as your own orgasm was starting to form, just barely. Though, the feeling of tension left as soon as it came, Choso stopping his movements when he was done emptying his load inside of you

You made a noise of discontent as Choso’s thumb moved away from your pussy, clenching down weakly as he pulled out his softening cock from inside you. “Cho…I was gonna cum” You moaned, grunting as he flipped you onto your back. “I know..lemme use my mouth, please?” Choso uttered gently, his body crouched between your spread legs, with his eyes wide and hopeful staring up at you. You resisted the urge to smile as you nodded, shivering at how fast he dipped his head down between your legs

[booppooo]

heey can i ask for a oneshot abby×female reader (she/her pronouns), #1 from your prompt list with some fluff too 😊😊 (suggestion: the reader and abby are making out softly and it turns into something more and Abby decides to eat her out on the dinner table)

Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader One-Shot

AN: dear god I'm so sorry this took so long to write, also gonna try to keep this short cuz I have a tendency to drag shit out

Warnings: oral, general gay stuff, drinking, I think my writing style has changed? sorry?

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It started off innocently.

You were lounging on the love seat, watching some weird Japanese cartoon Manny had raved about and drinking a beer. Make that three.

"It's hard keeping up with the captions." You complained, finishing your drink.

"You're telling me." Abby kicked her feet up on the coffee table and sunk further into the couch, not paying mind to the TV. When her arm fell across the back of the couch you took to her side and cuddled against her.

The dull edges of her nails ran along your spine in a comforting rhythm, serenading your deeper into her warm torso. Eventually your felt her fingertips on your skin, not just the pressure through your shirt. The mild buzz of the booze was making your lids especially heavy. However, Abby seemed to have something else in mind when her gruff palms started massaging your hip beneath your sweats. Albeit the sensation and release was soothing, but you knew what her next few steps would be.

"Babe..." she softly grumbled, planting a kiss on the crown of your head, "I'm bored." You hummed lazily in response, purposefully ignoring her digits slyly slipping under the band of your bottoms. But she made sure you couldn't ignore her anymore when she got a hand full of your ass.

"Abby-!" You grumbled against her, "Not tonight, I'm tired."

She started massaging your waist again, "We don't have to do anything crazy, let me do all the work." Somewhere along the lines her other hand had gotten mixed up under your shirt.

You let the thought simmer and juggle around in your mind. On one hand you truly were getting sleepy, but on the other hand...

Abby's tongue.

Speaking of - she had repositioned so she could kiss and lick along your neck, further convincing you to fall in line with her plan. It was proving increasingly difficult to call it a night when she started humming and nipping at your skin. You'd be a liar if you said there wasn't a growing, warm tingle below the belt. So you leaned into her affection, pressing your hips against her meaty thigh as your implicit way of giving her the green light.

She took you in her arms, adjusting your figure so she had easier access to the parts of you she wanted to grace. Her quickly dampening lips made a journey from behind your ear and down your neck, taking full advantage of your low-collared tank. Clearly her drinks had opened a few filters since she didn't bother groaning or even moaning against you as she groped your skin and worked you up - something she was usually hyper aware of.

Pulling away for just a second, she let slip a few words, "Love you babe, gonna make it worth it." In turn your cheeks started to burn an bashful pink. You further leaned into her, readying to give into whatever she had in store for you.

When you sprung up from the couch, and your feet didn't hit the ground, you yelped - especially at the small batch of butterflies lining your stomach. That was until you noticed Abby's arms flexing beneath you and effortlessly carrying you somewhere.

"Where are we going?" You giggled, suddenly going breathless when Abby started working a purple patch beneath your jaw.

Then your backside met a stiff surface, your fingertips quickly identifying it as your small dinner table, "Abby-"

"You look just about good enough to eat."

You knew she felt proud of that one. It was pretty damn clever.

"You're so dumb," you rolled your eyes, counterintuitively wrapping your legs around her waist.

She smiled against your collar bone as her hands slithered your shirt off, "You're dumb. Take this off and lay back."

Now Abby's lips were getting acquainted with your torso, plotting delicate, slippery kisses under your bra and around your belly button. Meanwhile, she had hooked her fingers around the waist of your sweats and started shimming them off your hips, underwear caught up in the mix. The anticipation for you was building, because Abby knew you, and she knew her tongue, so it was a recipe for pleasure. You weren't shameful about your shifty pelvis, sometimes lifting to graze against her as you sighed.

"Relax baby, I'll handle it. I always do." Abby cooed, thumb swiping over the mild hump of your hip bone.

She started at your inner thigh, not afraid to involve her tongue with her loving kisses along your skin. She knew what she was doing - building you up until you almost whined about not getting enough, then she'd swoop in and give you just what you wanted, needed. Her other palm found the underside of your thigh and gave it a home over her broad shoulder, the other soon following. Then her arms hooked around your limbs from below, almost locking your legs flush with her build as to assure no escape. Finally, her eyes locked with what her tongue had been buzzing about since her fingers grazed the fabric of your shirt. There was a familiar shimmer and a heat emanating onto her expression, the scent of sex following and mixing with her hormones in some way she couldn't explain. One thing was sure, she needed to dive in.

First with her tongue of course. Slowly, meticulously taking her time to part your slit until her taste buds found the source of what had made your cunt so glittery. And when she did, the sugary warmth excited her drive, forcing her tongue to travel to your clit. It's arrival was much anticipated because when the slick of her hot tongue made its first swipe against your near throbbing bud, a throaty sigh released from your tight chest. It managed to subside and elicit an ache only she could build and put to rest. Fortunate for you both, she knew just how to do that.

Anytime your hips would jolt or jut her unreal strength would keep you in place so her tongue could swirl just the way it needed to - uninterrupted by your overly excited nervous system. You could feel the accumulation of your slick being smeared grossly all over your cunt via her slippery tongue, only adding to the mess. But this didn't bother you, because Abby was tidy. She was clean and tedious, so this mess in the name of your orgasm was simply part of the process. It was something she enjoyed the most about having your lips against hers...your other lips.

"Goddamn..." a long sigh followed your curse. Your fingers had infiltrated her loose braid and nails were digging into her scalp.

Abby knew she was good. Good enough for you to take hold of her strands and wriggle your hips impossibly closer to her mouth; if she couldn't get closer, she'd get faster. Her sloppy tongue would just get sloppier, quicker, nearly careless. She needed to cover as much area as efficiently as possible because from the way your thighs were tightening and your nails scratched she knew you were close. Excitement sparked in Abby's chest, and she grabbed your hips as if she were cupping your cheeks to more deeply immerse herself.

"Fuck, yeah - just like that." You grumbled, but despite the delivery of your message, you couldn't be anymore enthusiastic.

Your waist grew jumpy, only it didn't make it very far from the table because Abby made sure to keep it in place. Her strength once again was a merit, because she had such a disgustingly hot battle between your soon to be overstimulated clit and her fucking ferocious tongue. Any move in the wrong direction on account of your eagerness could ruin this for both of you. Luckily, your orgasm was a certain reality when the spot in the middle of your pelvis grew fiery, so much so your body took refuge against the table. The sensation was wonderfully identifiable as it spread warmth rapidly across your muscles and nervous system, clearing your brain of all thoughts and forcing provocative moans from your throat.

Between all of this, Abby worked hard to make sure it was indeed worth it. She continued to maneuver her tongue just the way you said to, keeping you steady as the rest of your body tensed and relaxed at once. Eventually she let up on your hips and let your soaked center grind senselessly against her face until your figure grew limp and satisfied, at which time Abby dedicated to gently cleaning up the sticky mess she had worked so hard for.

She was careful to not return to your clit full throttle, only kitten licking when needed and mischievously enjoying the whining from you when she did. Besides that, her work was careful and purposeful until you were free to let her slip your underwear and comfy pants onto your very much tired self.

[aliypop]

Loving You

Word Count: 1,115

Writers Note: Alright another smut but fluffy

Warning: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: With the temperatures dropping in Memphis on an early morning in October of 1957, Elvis and Cecelia decide to spend the morning finding ways to keep warm.

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Graceland October 1957

The Tennessee Fall winds whistled as the beautiful colors of orange, brown, and rustic red leaves twirled around from their tree branches and onto the grounds of Graceland. For once, on the big pile of land, it was peaceful from the animals to Elvis's cousins, who'd usually be running amuck in the house by now. But right now, there was a sweet, sleepy haze glazing the mansion like morning dew on the grass. In the master bedroom laid Elvis and his new budding romance, as the papers would say, Cecelia Valmos. Who was all cuddled up in his chest. Elvis's arms were around her waist, and his face was on her shoulder,

"Cece wouldja quit wigglin..." Elvis commanded with sleepy laughter.

"I would if I wasn't so cold." her morning voice was raspy and still filled with sleep. 

"Keep movin like that, and you'll be gettin warm quicker, mama..." his hot breath touched her ear, and her body pressed up against his already hardening cock.

"You promise, Mr. Presley? she teased as she soon felt passionate, sloppy kisses on her shoulder blade. Elvis then took his hand as he gave her thigh a playful squeeze,

"Mmm... Elvis..." 

"Already calling my name, and I just begun baby..." he kept creeping his hand up slower under her pink negligee. Trying to get to the prize that was her pink silk panties, lacing a finger around the band, he shimmed them off her, watching her body shiver at the cold breeze grazing against her feverish spot.

 "El!"

"Won't be needing those." he laughed as her heart rate quickened, 

"Then I guess you can lose the pants, sweetheart..." Elvis could hear the smirk in her voice as she began pulling down his pajama pants, "A frisky little kitten, heh..." pulling her on top of him as she giggled, 

"They don't call me the rock n roll pinup for nothing, baby." peppering his skin soft kisses as she saw the love and lust he had for her in his hazy blue eyes, 

"Cece..."

"Hmm..."

"You look beautiful..." his hand grazing her cheek as she leaned into his touch. 

"You're just saying that to get under my nightgown." Cecelia joked,

"Is it working?" he winked, watching her pull the dress over her head as she flung the material somewhere across his bedroom. He'd seen her body in this state many times, but it was always a gift to know it was all his to look at and love. "Think that means yes...." he mumbled.

"How do I look..." she posed, 

"Like you could give Marilyn a run for her money."

"Do you mean it?" she blushed as he gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"Doll... I mean it," he smirked. The kiss between the two was as sweet as candy and as pure as cane sugar. Small kisses trailed down his jawline as Cecelia yawned in the middle of it. A lazy, passionate morning and the couple was excited about it either way.

 "You wanna maybe put me in the game, coach..."

"How good is your tackle?" before Cecelia could even process what happened. Elvis was on top of Cecelia, kissing her legs, stomach, breast, and finally, her lips again.

"El..." 

"Hmmm..."

"We don't have much time before everyone else wakes up," she whispered in his ear.

"Just makes it a fun challenge." Cecelia gripped Elvis as she felt her walls expanding to his size. She always loved the sensation of the stretch, the pain, and pleasure, the shiver down her spine.

"Shit...Shit...Shit..."

"You okay, baby?" his face was full of concern. "I can stop i-i-if you want me to ."

"It's okay, just adjusting, is all." holding his face.

"Cil, if you're in pain..."

"El... I'm fine. I've had cramps that hurt worse." She laughed, "Oh, you can move now." She held his hand as she felt him move, a bit slower than they'd usually go, but she loved it nonetheless,

"This okay?"

"Perfect." she gasped at each jolt of his hips and every sensual kiss. Her fingers in his hair as he pulled her closer to him,

"Cecelia... Fuck..." he grunted in her ear,

"You like that baby..." she pulled at his hair again,

"Mhmm..." his hips quicking up on the pace, his breathing a bit shaky. He was starting to get closer to the finish line until he felt a bit of a weight change. 

"Hello, gorgeous."

"Gorgeous, have you seen yourself in a mirror." she teased, her hands laying on his chest as he kissed both palms of her hands. 

"I have." he laughed as a grunt escaped his lips. Cecelia had looked like an Angel sent down for him to love, with the morning sun shining down on her. But his favorite view was her rising and falling on his cock, the sounds of her moans, his hips thrusting into her, the sounds of skin on skin. It made his heart beat,

"Oh, baby!!" 

"Cecelia!"

"Elvis! Fuck... Faster baby, faster!" 

"Right there, Cece!"

It was as if the two were scratching the itch the other couldn't reach. When Cecelia arched her back and held onto his legs, it was game over for Elvis, his hips moving faster than the flash could even run.

There were curses that his mother would disapprove of leaving his lips, but he'd sin every day if it meant he was buried deep into his heaven that was moaning,

 "Elvis, don't stop... Give me all you got!"

"Can you take all that I got." kissing down her neck, nearly pounding into her, pouring all the love he had for her into each and every thrust.

"Baby!! Ah!"

"You feel so good wrapped around me, baby!" Finally, the coil for them both snapped, and Cecelia's eyes rolled as she had, had quite the most mind-numbing cock drunk orgasm. 

"Cece, you okay." he laughed a little,

"Mhmm..."

"Need me to..."

"Don't you dare pull out..." she commanded.

"Yes, Ms. Valmos."  

Pulling the covers back on top of them, Elvis laid down with his arms around Cecelia.

 It was a peaceful and serene morning at Graceland, no longer cold. The winds whistled, and the fall leaves fell from outside the window. But all the love was from inside, 

"Honey, I think I just rolled over one of your rollers..."

"Mmm... Don't worry about it." Cecelia kissed his chin, "Mind singing us back to sleep?" she murmured,

"Mmm, but it'll cost ya." he teased, 

                 I will spend my whole life through

Loving you, loving you

                  Winter, summer, springtime, too

Loving you, loving you

                Makes no difference where I go or what I do

You know that I'll always be loving you

[kawaii-night666]

18-Kageyama turns into a kid!

Tobio in the room with Date tech, how his not with his team well...

-flashback-

As it was near the afternoon after all the volleyball, Tobio feel sleepy as his eye drop a bit but tries to stay awake wanted to make more flower crowns for everyone as the people who looking after him saw this and thought 'Since he been to inarizaki and seijoh, its time he will sleep in our room!'

"Okay I will take Kageyama back to Karasuno." Said Tadashi.

"No, he be with us!" reply Yuki

"Yeah, no way, he be with us." Argue Akinori

"No, he be us, Semi-san find him first in that state." Stated Tachi.

"So, Oikawa-senpai would whine if he be with you." Said Shigeru

"I don't think Kageyama want to be with germs like you lot."

Kenji grins as he sneakily takes Tobio to Date tech room as they arguing over who staying in what room as he mumbles "Idiots!"

Kenji made it to Date tech room he lay out futon as he put Tobio down gently as he brush Tobio hair away from his eyes as he examine Tobio look and without realising what his actions he doing Kenji kiss Tobio forehead gently as he eyes widen as he sit up straight but seat by Tobio side as he pat Tobio head as Tobio nuzzle against Kenji hand as Kenji try get rid of the blush of his face from the action he did.

-end flashback-

Tobio sleeping while Kenji cooed at the sight of sleeping Tobio as Tobio nuzzle against Kenji chest that they are cuddling with each other as the others who stop arguing and realise that Kenji and Tobio not here so they have to find them and curse Kenji in their mind while they at it.

Until they find them and saw Tobio snuggling against Kenji chest like it's the comfiest thing ever as Kenji felt deadly aura behind and he knows that the others are there wanting to be his spot. Kenji turn his head to look behind him and said "Jeez no need to glare at me, not my fault you lot argue who Tobio gets to sleep with." Kenji grin at them as their eye twitch.

Shigeru whisper shout so everyone in room can hear only "You little shit!"

Kenji grins again reply "Why thank you, I try."

Tobio heard as he blink sleep away as he said "What is shit?"

Time seem to stop after what Tobio just said As Tadashi said "Kageyama that is a bad word."

Yuki and Tadashi glare at the second years who shiver down their spine as Tobio tilt his head as he wiggles his way out of Kenji hold and walk away to ask someone about it.

Yuki asked "Kageyama where are you going?"

Tobio said "I want to know what shit mean."

Tobio didn't wait for a response since he left the room as the guys in the room felt their soul left their body until they snap back to reality as Kenji stand up fast as everyone rush out and shouted "TOBIO!"

 Tobio little legs take him and saw Suga as he waddle over to him as Suga saw him and smile at him then crouch down to his baby crow as he hold Tobio as Suga asked Tobio "Hey Kageyama, what wrong?"

As the others saw Tobio but don't want to be close range because of Suga who giving a scary deadly vibe for not coming closer. As the guys who in charge looking after Tobio they saw Tobio with Suga as Tadashi pray for his life along with Yuki as the others look confuse. Tobio then said "What is shit?" he tilts his head to the side with his blue doe eyes that held innocence.

Komori saw his cousin who look pale as he and the other know why, Suga let out a scary smile as he asked Daichi "Daichi can you hold Tobio for me while I go and talk with them." Suga gesture to the Tobio babysitters while all Karasuno gulp in fear as Daichi nod his head, Suga walk over to them.

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Author-san: Hehe chapter 18 is here guys

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Oh I also made an account of WIT

Tobio logs in

Tobio: Yep check it out if you guys wish too

But when will I turn back

Author-san: Well who knows hehe

Tobio: ....😒

Author-san: Oh don't be like that Tobs

Tobio: Fine....just because I love you bestie

💕💞

Author-san: kbdfigfaoi

Author-san logs off

Tobio: OI DON'T DIE ON ME

Tobio logs off

Kenji:...

everyone: ...

Toru: WTF

Atsumu: I want to complain but to afraid to do it

Rin: I have good blackmails

Osamu: Off course ya do

Daichi: Everyone log out now!

Suga: But we all got here

Kei: And we always the last to come by

Tadashi: Mhm

Everyone except the managers logs off

Yachi: Well that sure went well

Kiyoko: Well they are simps for Kageyama

Managers: See you in the next chapter!

Managers logs off

[danses-with-dogmeat]

I'm not doing really great right now, and I was hoping you could write hancock x f ss with manic depression and comforting ss like how would he do it like holding y/n or playing with her hair? And please don't describe what y/n looks like?

R! Hancock Comforting a Sole with Depressive Symptoms

I’m so sorry to hear that you're not doing too well. I wish you all the best, and I sincerely hope this helps!

I’m no professional or anything, but if you need anyone to talk to, I’m always happy to help ❤

For now though, I hope you enjoy this little drabble. I tried my best to capture the symptoms as best I can, and tried not to be too descriptive with Y/N / Sole, but if there’s anything you’d like me to change, please don’t hesitate to ask.

Hancock rolled over on the mattress, a chill creeping up his spine as the early morning air permeated the loft bedroom in Sole’s Diamond City home. Extending one wiry arm in search of your sleeping form, Hancock let his sleepy gaze fall open as he failed to feel you beside him.

His eyes narrowed and he pursed what was left of his lips as he sat up in the bed. He sat for a moment, listening for any activity downstairs, but he heard nothing. Reluctantly, Hancock pulled the covers off of himself, grabbed his trousers from the dresser and pulled them up over his legs. Leaving his chest bare, he grabbed a blanket off of the mattress and wrapped it about himself as he made his way down to the living room.

You were curled on the couch, eyes distant, as you stared at the wall across from you. Hancock could make out the bags under your eyes from where he stood at the bottom of the stairs, and his jaw clenched at the way you were curled around yourself, clearly uncomfortably cold.

“What’s goin’ on, sunshine?” He asked softly as he approached the couch you were seated on, waiting for your acknowledgement to take a seat. “You doin’ okay?” Your eyes broke their contact with the wall and you turned slowly to face him. He heard the way you sucked in a shaky breath, and he felt a pang in his chest at the way you shook your head, confirming your despondent mood without uttering a word.

“Can I sit with ya? Try an’ make it better, whadaya say?” You adjusted your body on the couch, opening up a space for him as he looked down at you.

“Let Hancock kiss away your troubles.” The look you gave him as he settled at your side told him you were moments away from a weak grin. He smiled in response as he wrapped the blanket that was over his shoulders around the both of you, scooching himself to where his leg pressed against yours and his arm could easily rest over your shoulders.

“Mm. Much better already. I missed you this morning, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you settled yourself closer to him, your head falling to rest against his shoulder. “Shit, you’re cold as ice, baby. C’mere.” You thought you were as close to him as could be in this instance, but Hancock proved you wrong as he pulled you further onto his lap, bringing up his arm to wrap around your waist as the other remained firmly over your shoulders, closing the blanket around the both of you like a big, soft cocoon.

You could feel the heat radiating off of Hancock’s bare chest as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. You released a breath that made him shutter beneath you as it fanned over his skin, and he chuckled.

“You tryin to tease me? Cuz it’s workin’.”

“Mmh mm” You shook your head against him, trying to ignore the ache that persisted in your chest as you pressed against him.

“Good, I like just doin’ this with you anyway. You wanna talk about anything though, just let me know.”

“Okay.” You whispered, but said no more. Hancock just hummed in response as he pressed his cheek to the top of your head contentedly.

He sat with you awhile, one hand stroking soothingly over your arm as the two of you slowly warmed up. He’d hoped you’d be able to catch some sleep, unlike the last few nights, and consistently checked to see if you had, but every time he snuck a peek at you, your eyes blinked open at the feeling of his movement.

“Look,” He said quietly, “I know it’s not really your thing, but if you think chems would help, I could--”

“No, that’s okay. But…” Hancock tilted his head to look you in the eye, waiting for you to finish, but as it turns out, you didn’t have to. In the next instance he heard your stomach rumble below, and he released a breath of laughter.

“Yeah, me too. Heh. Y’know I think there’s a robot out there who sells some pretty damn good noodles. That sound good to you?”

You nodded against him, and he squeezed you even tighter before pulling one arm away, instead bringing it under your chin, gently tilting your head up towards him.

“I love you, you know that?” The faintest smile touched your lips before Hancock leaned down to capture them with his own. His fingers stroked over your jaw as he kissed you sweetly, the heat of his contact effectively warming you both from the inside out. He pulled away a moment later, moving his lips to press against your cheek, your eyebrow, your temple, as his hand smoothed its way up to run through your hair briefly, pushing the strands from your forehead, so he could kiss that too.

“You’re so fucking strong, love. Whatever happens, I know you’ll get through it. And I’ll be there to help you, every step of the way.” You only nodded in response, pressing your forehead to rest against his as you released another shaky breath. Hancock leaned forward to kiss your lips one more time, before reluctantly untangling himself from you and standing up. He leaned down to wrap the blanket more tightly around you as you curled up against the warm spot he left on the couch, and he couldn’t keep from smiling at the way you looked, all wrapped up like a snuggly present.

“I’ll be right back, okay? We’ll curl up and eat those noodles, maybe turn on the radio, hear some tunes. How’s that sound?”

“Good.” You nodded to him, and he turned to grab his shirt and coat from upstairs. As he came back down, placing his tricorn hat upon his head, he heard you stir.

“Hurry back, okay?”

“Oh sunshine, I wouldn’t dream of makin’ you wait. I’ll be back in just a minute.” He flashed you a warm smile as he adjusted his coat and hat, and opened the door out into the Diamond City market.

[mindninjax]

Awake

Bakugo x Reader (duh)

wc: 1.7k

A/n: Had a full on mental breakdown yesterday. Tried to sleep tonight. Couldn’t. Wrote this instead. I listened to Rain Clouds by The Arcadian Wolf while writing it and it’s the song that’s referenced in this. I could link it but I’m lazy and depressed so I’m not gonna *dabs sadly*. Anyway here’s a comfort Fic I guess.?

Bakugo: Hey

(2:38AM): uh…hey?

Bakugo: You up?

(2:39 AM): clearly… clearly I’m up Bakugo. Why are you?

Bakugo: Can't sleep.

(2:39 AM): oh. I’m sorry.

Bakugo: Come outside?

(2:40 AM): like outside outside?

Bakugo: What other outside would there fucking be?

(2:41 AM): don’t curse at me stupid. I meant the balcony? Or are we going for a walk or something?

Bakugo: Fine. Nevermind. Forget I asked.

…

…

…

Bakugo: Balcony.

(2:52 AM): gimme five to put on pants.

Bakugo: Ok

(2:52 AM): folk or classical?

Bakugo: Ugh neither.

(2:53 AM): neither wasn’t an option shit head. Pick one.

Bakugo: Whatever you played last time. It helped me feel far away.

(2:54AM): Folk it is.

You put your phone down, the light dying and drawing you back into the darkness of your room. It’s quiet, you can hear him rustling on the other side of the wall, hear the balcony door slide open in his apartment next door and then shut.

You sit in bed for a moment, your heart the only thing thrumming in your ears as you take a deep breath. The city is quiet for the first time in a long time. There are no cars on the street, no sirens, just the sleepy lazy sound of the wind blowing and alley cats slinking through the garbage filled alleyways.

Then you get up, grab a pair of sweatpants and exchange the large holey t-shirt you’re wearing for a comfy but secure cami top. You search around your room for the little Bluetooth speaker and pause when your eyes fall on your acoustic guitar. You smile to yourself, it's perfect. You’ve been thinking about the song, the chords should be easy enough to grasp, and the words have been drifting around your head for days now.

You grab your phone to send him another quick text.

(2:58AM): Change of plans. The roof.

He doesn’t hesitate.

Bakugo: Ok.

He’s up on the roof of your city apartment building before you are, gazing out at the city lights , the moon in the sky blazing white shimmering light through his ash blond locks. He doesn’t turn around or acknowledge your presence when you land delicately on your toes and deactivate your air quirk. He’s wearing a red tank top, must’ve had to change out of the usual black one he wears to bed from all the sweat. His shoulders look broad and you can see the scars rippling down the muscles of his arms.

“Took you long enough, even with your floaty little air quirk,” he taunts, back still to you.

“And yet you’re still here,” you quip back, rolling your eyes and grabbing a crate to sit on. You pull another over and plop it down across from you the same time he turns to join you on the other crate. He has dark circles under his eyes, there’s still a gleam of sweat shimmering on his jaw and neck. He watches in anticipation as you ready the guitar on your leg and hook your arm over it, expert fingers finding the correct chords to strum a lovely tune.

“What’s the occasion?” he asks, gesturing to the guitar. You smile down at the guitar, concentrating on the correct note in your mind to start the song.

“It’s a nice night,” you murmur, eyes still focused on the instrument on your lap.

The muttered “It is now,” is swallowed by the sound of you strumming the strings softly diving into the tune as you rock back and forth. You close your eyes and hear Bakugo take a deep calming breath in and out before you start singing the lyrics.

I'm being frightened by the people

They look at me like I'm a scar upon their perfect skin

Perfect to only them

I'm being shadowed by my past

Reminding me of what I was and what I could become

My sins should stay where they belong

The wind is blowing gently and you can smell Bakugo’s sweet scent on the breeze. His crisp pine scented body wash mixes with his smoky sweet scent and it almost feels like the two of you are sitting around a campfire. Your voice drifts dreamily over the lyrics, enunciating the words and basking in the ease of the notes while putting your own lovely spin on it.

Listen to my voice

Close your frightened eyes

Hide behind my love for you

Fear's only a choice

One that we all must make some day

So know you're not alone in this

It’s clear and strong like a bell, punctuating every phrase with meaning that sits in Bakugo’s core and makes his heart do that weird thing where it’s fluttering but also extremely tranquil at the same time. When you end the song and finally open your eyes, he’s looking at you incredulously.

“How do you do that?”

“Hmm?” you say, placing the guitar against a huge wooden pallet gently.

“How do you fucking do that? Every time. It’s fucking creepy.”

“You mind elaborating, dummy? I’m not a mind reader.”

“Coulda fooled me,” he grunts, rolls his eyes and folds his arms, pouting.

You roll your eyes before chuckling and answer the question you already know he’s asking. “Somewhere out there. Someone has made a song for every feeling you’ve ever felt. So I won’t take credit for that.”

“But you show them to me.”

“Yes,” you say this as if it’s an obvious statement.

“And play them for me.”

“Yes.” Again, another obvious statement. Why wouldn’t you play them for him. It’s why the two of you are here. Right?

“And make them….ya know… sound good and shit,” he says, stuttering over the words as his cheeks and ears start to turn pink.

You smirk, “You can say I sound pretty. I won’t tell anyone you said it,” you tease.

“Tch. Idiot.”

There’s a beat of silence, you’re lost in your thoughts staring up at the starry sky before you look at him again.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You’re going to even if I say no.”

“Correct. Why do you text me when it happens? Why me?”

He shrugs his shoulders, looks away sheepishly and doesn’t meet your questioning gaze. "Don't know.”

You raise a suspicious eyebrow, “Yes you do”

He sighs, holds out a hand to gesture as if it’s obvious. Why would you be asking this? Especially after the many nights the two of you have done this. “Just feels right I guess. And after we talk I can go back to sleep just fine.”

“You realize what that is right?” You lean in closer to him, elbows on your thighs, chin in your hands. “That’s called trusting someone.”

“Sure I guess.”

Another beat of silence and then a long winded sigh from you, one that definitely says “I’m tired of this” and it makes a shiver of fear run up his spine.

“Look Bakugo. I’m not usually one that skates around feelings. And as much as I enjoy late night jam sessions or sneaking out and gazing at the moon with you until you feel ok enough to sleep, I…”

He holds his breath, “What?”

“Hmm…” you have a finger up to your chin in the universal thinking pose.

His heartbeat picks up and his fingers start to fiddle in the pocket of his sweatpants. “Fucking what? You just said you don’t skate around feelings so what?”

You frown at him, “Hold your flippin’ horses I’m thinkin’ first.”

“‘Flippin’ horses?’ You’re such a weirdo.”

And now you’re glaring. "Speaking of thinking before speaking. You should try it.”

“Fuck you.” There’s no hostility to it and he knows you know it.

“Very original. ANYWAY, I was going to say despite your constant attitude and constant shouting, I still really like hanging out with you. So I’d like to not only hang out at…”you pull your phone from your pocket and gaze at the tiny blue screen, “4 AM”

Another pause as he processes his elation. He’s happy you’re not telling him this is the last time. But this isn’t the hard part. “Ok.”

You squint suspiciously. “I mean it.”

“So do I.”

“Then say it aloud to me,” you challenge.

This is the hard part.

He takes a few deep breaths and then… “I don’t wanna be just friends with you. I don’t know what any of that shit even means. All the stupid lovey dovey shit Raccoon Ey-”

“Ashido.”

It’s his turn to glare. “Fine, Ashido talks about all the time. All I know is no one talks to me the way you do. And I always feel calm around you. Calmer than usual. I always wanna hang out more with the idiots when you’re around to hang out with them too.”

You smile but hide it behind your fingertips. He doesn’t look finished so you nod to encourage him to finish.

“And I don't know what it is. But whenever I wake up from the fucking …” He doesn’t say the word “nightmare”. He struggles with it like if he says it he’s surrendering to weakness or something. “Whenever I wake up the only thing I think of is you. Wishing you were there, like a fucking idiot. But it never goes away, not until I text you and I see you and I hear your voice.” His head is in his hands, like he’s ashamed to admit this to you.

It’s quiet again, some cars from below have started bustling on the street. The morning wind carries his scent and the city's waking smells of coffee and fresh baked bread. You stand quietly and walk over to him, head still hanging in his hands as he crouches over on the crate.

You hug him, force yourself between his legs and wrap your arms around his head. And at first he stiffens but he doesn’t pull away from you or move out of your grasp. He just sits there with his arms hanging limply at his sides,eyes wide, and your arms wrapped around his head. His ear is pressed against your chest, listening to the city waking around you. You're warm and you smell impossibly good and he knows this is what he craves when he wakes up from those terrifying nightmares. Your embrace is the cure.

“I like being here. I like being there for you.”

Then his arms move up to wrap around your waist and he hugs you back and sighs into your chest. He stays there for at least 10 minutes listening to the steady beating of your heart.

And then he quietly mutters, “Thanks.”

--

[animereaderinsertwriter]

Cupbearer (Eren/Reader)

Part III

Part I

Part II

Part IV (in progress)

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (im watching you, if you see this, begone!), vampire!eren, hunter!reader, fem!reader, smut, some amount of predator/prey dynamics but only kinda?? there is also a significant age difference but only cos eren is immortal and all that jazz. we're all adults here. there will eventually be smut.... and do i really need to say that there's gonna be blood in a vampire fic?

Description: A story of falling in love in 4 parts.

Eren is a bad man (well, a bad Creature) who has done bad things. When he meets the great-great-great granddaughter of one of his former friends in his favorite blood bar, however, he thinks it might not matter so much what happened in the past, so long as he can make the future something worth living to see.

Ao3 link here

After that night, it became increasingly hard for (Y/N) to leave, and for Eren to let her do so.

Something between them had changed. There were moments— when Eren would press feather-light kisses against her forehead, when he would casually leave a cup of her favorite tea where she would find it— where (Y/N) felt as though her heart might burst. It was all the little things that baffled her, all the ways in which he seemed to understand exactly how she felt; it was as though he knew her more than she knew herself. On the mornings that she would wake in his bed, sleepy and sticky and wholly content, (Y/N) wondered what it would be like to have this life forever.

Other days— on days like today— she was reminded exactly why that could never be, and it broke her heart.

Today, they had planned a romantic dinner in the park, an evening under the stars. It was supposed to be something special, a little getaway just for the two of them; they had wanted to leave as soon as (Y/N) was relieved from her patrol, so Eren had moved her things to his place, hoping that they could leave together from there for their evening alone.

In and of itself, that was fine… but when (Y/N) came in, covered head-to-toe in viscous Creature blood, Eren was furious.

“And you call me a monster,” he growled, looking her up and down with hate in his eyes. “I can’t believe you.”

He stood from his seat on the sofa, and (Y/N) began to back away, still wary from the fight she had narrowly escaped from unscathed. Her every instinct told her that she should run, fire a round of silver bullets into his chest, but she steeled herself, doing neither.

“It’s not my fault— they were attacking a civilian,” she told him as he stalked towards her, his face twisted into a horrific scowl. “I tried to stop them— tried to find out what was going on— but then they came at me with their claws, and I was left with no choice.”

“There is always a choice,” he snarled, and it was then that anger filled (Y/N) from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head. "They were probably terrified of you— how could you possibly blame them for lashing out?"

(Y/N) grit her teeth.

“This, from the man who thought genocide was his only option to the same problem?”

Eren made a low, warning sound in the back of his throat, but (Y/N) pressed on.

“You would rather me have died?” she demanded, stepping into his space. “Would it have pleased you more for my body to bleed out on the pavement, ripped to shreds by an aggressive werewolf? Would you even care, or would you just find the next blood bag and move on with your life?”

“Maybe so,” he shot back, “Then I wouldn’t have to deal with your insufferable mouth.”

That stung— but if there was one thing (Y/N) knew how to do, it was to strike back twice as hard as she had been struck.

“Fine then,” she said, turning on her heel. “I won’t bother you any longer. I’ll go out and find someone who actually wants my company, someone who’ll fuck me good and proper over the counter at some hole-in-the-wall bar over on Easy Street, someone younger, with a nicer cock and less fucking baggage— ”

She didn’t get to finish the sentence, or even walk a single step further— Eren grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to him, his fist painfully tight against her scalp.

“Wanna say that again, to my face?” he asked, tilting her head back.

“I’ll go find someone else to fuck me,” she spat, struggling in vain against him. “I’ll spread my legs for the next available schmuck in the closest bar I can find, so you can hear me scream his name and not yours.”

It was a low blow, to threaten a vampire’s claim on something they had previously assumed had belonged to them, but (Y/N) didn’t care. She had almost died today, and she’d be damned if she was going to take shit from anyone about what she had to do to survive. If Eren wanted a fight, she would damn sure give him one.

“Like hell you will,” he told her, pulling her head back so that she had to strain to remain standing. “You’re mine. Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood— you are my Companion.”

"I belong to no one!"

Those words ripped from her throat and echoed throughout the empty house, and it was then that Eren stopped, looking at her with calculation in his gaze.

"You're right," he said, releasing her hair. "No mortal can serve two masters, lest they love one and despise the other; an archaic religious concept, but an accurate one nonetheless. You've made it abundantly clear where your loyalty lies. I was a fool for thinking otherwise."

(Y/N) began to tremble. "Eren, what are you saying?"

"I release you from our pact," he replied coldly, his eyes so dull and lifeless that it sent a chill down her spine. "No longer are you bound to be my wine-press— I free you from me."

"Eren—"

"Go," he commanded, and (Y/N) felt terribly, horribly empty.

Once, he would have told her to come freely, go safely, and leave something of the happiness she brought him; now, he gave her a cold dismissal, and it frightened her more than she was willing to admit. Still, she went, feeling hollow and used, and she didn't bother to shut the door behind her as she turned to walk home, weary from the day and sick from fighting.

***

Armin had lived for a very long time, but even so, he had yet to meet anyone so foul of temper as Eren when the Hunger was on him.

"Eren, you have to feed."

The vampire, as ill in health as in temper, glared weakly at him. "I'm not hungry."

"But you are Hungry, and don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. Look, if this is about that girl—"

"I told you not to speak of her!"

Ah, so it was about her. By the looks of him, it had been two weeks since Eren had fed; Armin would bet that he hadn't seen her in the same amount of time.

"If I need to, I'll drag her here to make up with you myself," said Armin testily, "I refuse to watch my best friend starve himself because he refuses to feed on anyone else."

"You will not touch her."

Armin rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything further. He just patted Eren's arm in farewell and set about finding the little lady who was the root cause of his current consternation.

It took longer than Armin had anticipated to find the young woman who had, for all intents and purposes, completely unraveled Eren's composure; her scent, while thick and memorable in Eren's apartment, was hard to track otherwise. Armin spent two hours just wandering the city while trying to catch a breath of it here or there, and when he finally did manage to catch a whiff of her scent and follow it to her, he understood exactly why it had been so hard to track her down.

The girl was a Hunter, of all things.

When Armin found her, she was knee-deep in sewage, her knife embedded to the hilt in the skull of what appeared to be some species of winged reptile. Armin, having been a tad desperate and not actually having been expecting to find anything when he lifted the lid to the man-hole on 32nd and Main, was surprised to say the least— and when (Y/N) ripped her knife free and readjusted her stance into a defensive one directed at him, his surprise turned to intrigue.

“Er, hello there,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “I don’t suppose you’ll take my word for it that I just want to chat, will you?”

Curiously, the words gave the woman pause. She relaxed her stance ever-so-slightly, and then her eyes lit up with recognition.

“Armin Arlert?” she queried, craning her neck up to see him. “Is that you?”

This one grows curiouser and curiouser, he thought, but responded affirmatively.

“Can you give me a bit, then?” she asked, kicking the corpse of the Creature she’d just killed. “I’m not exactly fit for company. Perhaps we could meet later for a discussion over tea?”

“I’m afraid it’s urgent,” he said as she knelt to decapitate her prey— likely for proof of victory. “I think you know why I’m here, so you understand that time is of the essence.”

She didn’t look up at him as she replied.

“If this is about Eren, then I don’t have time to talk.”

Her tone was hard, bitter, and matter-of-fact, and it reminded Armin so much of Jean that it hurt… but just like Jean, Armin would bet that she could be won over by appealing to her inherent sense of human decency

“He’s suffering (Y/N),” he said, awkwardly crouching above the manhole so that she could better see the truth written in his eyes. “He won’t feed.”

“That’s hardly my problem.”

And oh, how well Armin knew that state of mind. If there was one thing Eren Jaeger knew how to do, it was push away the people who loved him most. Armin had dealt with that particularly lovely quirk of his for centuries, and it never got easier to deal with no matter how much time passed. If anything, it got more difficult the older they both got.

“When you’re the solution to a problem, you become a part of it whether you like it or not,” Armin replied, patient and understanding. “He cares for you.”

(Y/N) looked up at him then, fury in her eyes.

“He hurt me.”

Armin shrugged. “He hurts everyone he cares about. It’s just who he is. Nothing comes for free— least of all the love and loyalty of someone as old and as powerful as Eren.”

“Your heart may be toughened to his meanness,” she told him, the head of the creature she’d slain in her hands, “But mine is not, and I don’t like him well enough to willfully remain for him to use as an emotional punching bag.”

At that, Armin couldn’t help but let loose a wry grin.

“No,” he said, “I should think not; but I do think you love him well enough to make sure he doesn’t starve himself to death because he can’t have you.”

(Y/N) was silent for a long moment, then she crossed her arms.

“I won’t come crawling to him. He’s going to have to come to me.”

Armin grimaced. He wasn’t looking forward to that conversation.

“Is that at all negotiable?”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Absolutely not.”

Well, there was nothing for it.

“And you will let him feed if he comes to you?”

(Y/N) thought, then nodded. “If he proves himself deserving.”

Armin couldn't help himself; he laughed. Eren might have met his match in this one.

"Very well. I'll work my magic, and you work yours."

She nodded and bade him farewell, but before Armin left, he paused.

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

With that, he left her, ready to take Eren by the ear and throw him at her if he had to.

***

(Y/N)'s heart was racing as she opened the door, knowing good and well who would be behind it.

After her little talk with Armin— and the near heart attack he had given her in the process— she had called in to Zeke and told him she needed to go home to deal with an emergency. A replacement for her patrols had been sent, and she had come home to wash the grim from her skin, making herself as presentable as possible with the time she had. (Y/N) was worried, so worried, that the filth she had been wading in earlier would have left a lingering stench, or even that it had affected the taste of her; she had scrubbed and scrubbed until her skin was raw, hoping to erase every last remnant of her day from her skin…but as it turned out, she needn't have bothered.

Two, three, four hours later, and Eren hadn't shown— it was only now, right at the six hour mark, that he had decided to come to her.

Needless to say, (Y/N) was… less than pleased, but when she opened the door to find Eren pale and drawn, with dark circles beneath his eyes, her heart softened ever-so-slightly. It seemed that Armin was right; he had been suffering.

"You look like shit," she told him quietly, opening her door widely to let him in.

"I assure you, I feel worse," Eren grumbled, but stepped in as she closed the door behind him.

For a long, awkward moment, they just looked at each other, silent and unsure. It was unsettling how unlike himself Eren seemed; he was almost soft when he looked at her, and (Y/N) didn't know how to feel about it. Eventually, though, like two opposite ends of a magnet, they were drawn together, and Eren brushed a piece of hair back from her face.

"Hi," he said, his voice low and rough. (Y/N) caught his hand in hers before it could fall from her hair, and she pressed it against her chest, keeping it trapped there, touching the skin above her beating heart.

"Hey."

They watched each other a moment more before the dam broke between them, and they both spoke at once.

"I'm sorry."

A shared grin, a shy laugh— and then (Y/N) said what they both were thinking.

"You need to feed first, and talk later," she told him, her hand still clasped in his. "You're not off the hook, but I doubt we can have any real conversation with you like this."

Eren nodded gratefully, tugging at her wrist— his usual biting spot— but (Y/N) shook her head, indicating her neck. The thickest, richest blood, she knew, would come from there; and if there was ever a time to be generous with the placement of Eren's bite, she figured that it would be now.

The worst of it was over quickly. There was a brief sting at the intrusion of razor-sharp fangs, and then the vaguely uncomfortable feeling of having something poking down into places that decidedly should not be poked at all, but then (Y/N) quickly eased into the rhythm of the act, focusing wholly on the way Eren's lips felt against her skin. In a few moments, she would become pleasantly light-headed, and then Eren would pull away and look at her like she'd hung the stars. Oh, how she'd missed that look! (Y/N) found herself longing for it even before she quite realized it.

And then, without warning, a vision came, and (Y/N) was swept into another world entirely.

The evening sky rolled endlessly out towards the horizon; it seemed to go on forever, sparkling with more stars than (Y/N) had ever seen before. The full moon was so bright that it cast the whole world in what seemed like silver sunlight, and (Y/N) wondered how anyone could sleep on a night such as this. It was far too beautiful an experience to miss.

Alongside her— alongside Eren, through whose eyes she saw the world— strode Armin and two older-looking cadets who she recognized from previous memories as Reiner and Berthold. Eren was feeling anxious over something, and Reiner and Berthold were… well, they were kind. Reiner especially seemed to be like an older brother, and Eren admired him.

"You'll do just fine tomorrow," said Reiner, placing a large, warm hand on Eren's shoulder. "I'm certain of it."

The memory ended, and (Y/N) came back to herself as Eren's tongue laved over the wounds his fangs had left in her neck, sealing them.

"See anything?" he asked, his breath warm against her skin, and (Y/N) nodded.

"You loved them, too," she said softly, remembering the fondness Eren had felt as though it had been her own. "You loved the Hunters that tried to take everything from you, and— and I think they loved you, too."

Eren pulled away from her, and it was then that she saw the tears shining in his eyes.

"Yes," he replied, his voice broken. "We were children. How could we not love each other as God intended? Hate was never in our nature; it was an inheritance that we couldn't escape."

He paused for a moment, then spoke again.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he told her, cupping her cheek in his hand. "I lost my temper. I forget— I forget that you're not them."

And (Y/N) understood. She understood that no matter how many centuries passed, there would be wounds that just wouldn't heal for Eren. He would lash out at things that wouldn't make sense to anyone who hadn't experienced the horrors of war as he had. Suddenly, she felt petty for having lashed out as she had, and guilt threatened to rise up and choke her.

"You're forgiven," she replied, leaning into his touch. "It takes two to tango— I shouldn't have baited you like I did. I knew how badly that would hurt you, and that's exactly why I said it."

At that, Eren cracked a grin.

"I expect nothing less from a Kirschtein. Your grandfather would have punched me square in the jaw— and as big as that bastard got when we were older, he probably would have put me on my ass."

(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh, and Eren joined her, their combined joy swelling until there was nothing else in the world but their happiness.

How they started kissing, neither one of them would be able to say afterwards, but in the grand scheme of things, it hardly mattered. Their love was too large to contain, too much to hold back— and it was love, (Y/N) realized, though she hadn't quite put words to it yet. She loved Eren Jaeger, a Creature, a monster, as much as her grandfather before her had and more. She loved him with a desperation that felt like being knocked over by an ocean wave and plunged into depths where her feet no longer touched the sand. She loved him more than she had ever loved anyone before.

And, as he placed her gently on her bed that was barely big enough for two, divesting himself of his shirt above her, (Y/N) thought that maybe she didn't mind it so much as long as he loved her in return.

"I missed you," said Eren, dropping kisses by her ear as he unhooked her bra. "I missed this."

"Me too," she gasped as his mouth wandered to her nipple, her hands fisting in his hair. "Oh, God, I missed you too."

The time for words was soon gone, however; Eren's sinful, sinful mouth traveled lower and lower until he was kissing at the insides of her thighs, parting them to access what lay between, and (Y/N) threw her head back as he spread her open with his hands and sucked brazenly at her clit.

How long he spent there, worshipping her sex, (Y/N) had no idea; all she knew was that she came once from his mouth on her and a second time from his fingers inside her, and when he finally, mercifully withdrew, she was broken down to the simplest parts of herself; there was nothing left but an affection so deep that it threatened to overtake her if she didn't let it out, and she did the only thing she knew to do to release the overwhelming pressure that was building in her chest as Eren pushed his big, veiny cock into her.

She told him what she should have said a long time ago.

"Oh, Eren," she gasped as his cockhead shoved deep inside her. "I love you."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Eren went unnaturally still. He looked at her with pupils blown wide inside emerald eyes, and his fangs slightly distended; in any other situation, (Y/N) might have laughed at how surprised he seemed, but it seemed as though she were frozen in time, unable to do anything but stare earnestly up at them, hoping he understood how much she cared for him.

"You… what?"

"I love you," she repeated, her body moving without her permission to roll her hips up into him, moving his cock even further inside her. "Please, Eren, I need—"

He cut her off with a forceful, bruising kiss, and his hips started making slow, deep thrusts inside her, her legs hiked up over his shoulders.

"Again," he said against her lips."Say it again."

"I love you."

Another thrust or two, a hand circling her wounded throat.

"Again."

"I love you, Eren."

"Again."

This time, it was only a whisper.

"I love you," she said, and Eren began fucking her in earnest.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he told her as he thrust hard and deep inside her. "You're every man's dream, a nirvana the damned such as myself were never meant to reach. (Y/N), you are everything, and I—"

He seemed to choke on the words, and (Y/N) kissed him as he tried to regain his composure.

"I don't deserve you," he said, shaking with the force of their passion. "I don't deserve your love."

It's not about deserving, she wanted to say, It never was, but then she was coming again, her climax contracting her walls around her lover, and it was all she could do to remain conscious as Eren fucked her relentlessly through it all, chasing his own high.

It was only later, after a shower and something to eat that they finally spoke again. They were back in bed, and Eren's arm was wrapped around her, as though he were afraid to let her go for even a moment; truthfully, (Y/N) thought he was asleep, but then his breath tickled her ear as he said,

"I love you, angel."

And that, (Y/N) thought, had been worth it all, in the end.

[chaosnightmare]

okay so the problems so far are:

i am very very small. this is a disadvantage in many ways, first of all i'm small enough that its not hard to pick me up even though i'm considered Heavy for my size so if you wanted to restrain me really all youd have to do is lift me too high to get footing. second of all i'm fast for my size but i am also. small enough that if youre taller than me a brisk walk will get you close enough to grab me. i won't be able to rely on only speed if i have to run

i'm just not very strong. if it comes down to throwing punches or kicking i can't be certain i'll do enough to stop someone. this is also partially to do with me being small i'm really small you see

they don't let you have anything here that you can use as a weapon so i'm unarmed entirely if i get attacked. if my attacker has a weapon my only option in fighting back is to try and physically wrestle it away. see problem 2

i'm tired. sleepy. i won't make good descisions in a panic situation right now

the good things are

i'm in the closest bed to the door, though i am on the top bunk. this is both a disadvantage and an opportunity. if i am attacked in my bed i have basically 0 means of escape, BUT if i can kick the attacker off into the floor the fall will imobilize him for long enough that i can run (hopefully) (success then would depend on how quickly i can perform this before i'm wounded too badly)

i can scream like a banshee!!

i think i may be able to jump out of the window without dying. ive though about how i would go about that a few times before and i think i have a way to do it where i'll likely only break my legs and spine

i act very chaotic and unpredictable in panic situations and this comes at my advantage since quickly planning your next move is difficult when youre dealing with someone whos brain is in random mode

i can withstand injury trust me on this one if you hurt me i will probably live anyways

i sound like a child when i'm scared. no i don't know why but most people feel worse if theyre about to hurt a child. sometimes i get to weaponize this effectively. the phrases i repeat when i'm scared may also induce guilt, i tend to say things like "please don't hurt me" and "help me" and whatnot

who knows maybe i can sweet talk the guy

if all else fails. i have fanglike canines i can use to bite the shit out of him.

BUT. i do not think i'll be assaulted with violence. i think whats probably the plan is to use a trashbag or maybe just his bare hands to suffocate me in my sleep. so i CANNOT sleep

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ A LOT OF SAND AND WAVES ❜

with Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Request: none. Yesterday I went to the beach with my family and that fluffy idea came to me like a flash light. Thanks to everyone who help me to decide!

Word count: about 3.1k

Warnings: none. Just a bunch of fluff.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @thedevilsmoonshine

Masterlist.

“Hey, girl!”

“Hey, what’s up, Leti?”

“Are you working?”

“Yeah, till four, why?”

“Don’ ask me how I did it, but I convinced the guys to go tomorrow to the beach. In San Diego”.

“Sounds good, but I’m not sure if I could go. I have a surgery waiting, and you know…”

“Yeah, your hands. Is it too long?”

“Maybe six or seven hours, not sure”.

“C'mon, mami! You said you don't work until next Thursday!”

Gilly's shouts make you laugh rubbing your eyes.

“Okay I'll try, I'll try. I promise”.

“We will go to Mission Bay. So if you want, we see you there!”

Hanging up the call and giving a last sip to your coffee, you throw the empty paper cup to the bin. Checking the hour on your phone, you know that it's going to be a long, long night. But the idea of spending some time with Bishops makes you tickle in your stomach. Coco introduced you to the crew almost a year ago, like a friend, and he stole your attention. At the first party you joined them, you were almost the whole dawn with him. Dancing, drinking, talking. He was more interesting and funny than you could think, and maybe you felt somekind of connection that you never felt before. So, yes. You would like to go with them, but you have to wait till waking up tomorrow to find out if your hands can handle a four hours trip driving.

“Good morning, bella durmiente! How was the surgery?”.

“Hm… my hands are fucked”.

“So, it went well, we have to celebrate it”.

“Yeah, but… not sure if I can drive to San Diego”.

“Oh, c'mon, please… We're gonna stay here by night too. Coming back tomorrow, take a bus! I'm sure Bishop would b—”.

“Stop!” You say laughing loud to your phone over the bed, while you do some exercise with all your fingers to bring back some mobility.

“(Y/N), you know that it's an amazing opp— Angel already bought you a ticket. In one hour. Sending you by email, bye!”

Before you can complain about it, she has already hung up the call. You end up serving some coffee in a termo, before picking up your towel and some clean clothes, besides an external battery and some hygienic stuff. Bandaging your hands, over a thin layer of cortisone cream, you're ready to walk to the bus station of Santo Padre, ten minutes away from your house. At least, you have three hours of trip to rest a little more, falling asleep as soon as you sit down on your seat. So the next time you open your eyes, you're already in San Diego. Waiting for the other passengers to get out, closing and opening your hands once and again, you step out then. Carrying your bag in your right shoulder and your phone in the left hand, you wear the pair of sunglasses looking for Bishop.

“Eh, boxer”.

His hoarse voice calls your attention, finding him next to the entrance, resting against his motorbike. You can't help but draw a soft and tired smile on your lips, leading your steps towards him, raising both hands on air to show the man your cool white bandages with black stripes. The mexican receives you into his arms in a gentle and dearly hug, surrounding your lower back and your neck for some long seconds.

“The guys are waiting for us to have lunch”.

“Cool… Last time I ate was nine and it was dark”. You just say placing well on your bag, before setting on the helmet.

The drive doesn't take you more than ten minutes, grabbed to Bishop's abdomen and with your chin over his shoulder. You can see him smiling like a fool, knowing that he's delighted that you're going to join them. But mostly, because you are with him. The warm and soft breeze of San Diego makes you close your eyes, fully relaxed, focusing on the smell that floods your lungs, mixing the salty ocean's and Bishop's scent. Your arms surround his body somewhat tight, feeling one of his hands caressing your right thigh with his huge hands placed on and his thumb making the honors over your skin, bristling it without mercy. But much to your regret, the engine stops some short minutes before, standing up from the bike when you're able to do it.

“Give me your bag, querida. I'm going to be your nurse today”. He says, after keeping the helmet you used with the other.

“Qué caballeroso…” (What a gentleman). You tease him, as if normally he isn't.

“Just earning a beach-quickl—”.

“Fuck, Bishop!” You laugh, hitting his shoulder, regretting it immediately when a lash of pain crosses your palm.

“That's called karma”. He says walking backwards to the entrance, pointing you with a finger. “The women are always asking for men's sincerity, and when we give you… You're too violent to be this small, preciosa”.

“Pendejo”.

“YAY, YOU CAME!” Leti looks surprised, making you twist back your head confused.

“Sounds like if… I had another option”. You purr with your lips, before greeting the guys. “Tell me y—”.

“I did”. Taza just says, seeing you pout at him before hugging you. “I will give you a massage later”.

“Mi angelito de la guarda”. (My guardian angel). You can't help but sigh a little alleviated, knowing that he brought a cream he makes with weed oil, coco water and aloe vera.

Actually, it was a good idea to come to the beach, having so much fun in the lunch by seeing all the men more relaxed than in Santo Padre. Being normal people. A family enjoying two days off from all the problems and the dangers they're sinked in every damn day. Bishop was focused on you the whole time, serving your drink in the glass, cutting your food into pieces so you can have to do any effort (...). Everything under the sideways looks of the others. Sometimes you look like another couple with simple gestures, that both do delighted.

After having full enough your stomachs, the guys lead you to the beach where they left the umbrellas and the towels, placing yours next to Bishop's and sitting there after taking off your clothes, but on your black bikini. Unveiling your hands, you do your best to spread the sunscreen all over your body, until the mexican grabs the bottle from your fingers to sit behind you with a ‘lean forward’ on his lips. Feeling his cold hands because the cream on your back gives you a soft chill, curling your legs against your chest and resting your chin over them. Closing your eyes, focusing all your senses on every move he does, you try not to fall asleep. Starting by your shoulders and pressing your neck with both thumbs, his hands travel down your spine making sure he's helping you to get somewhat less tense, at the same time that puts well on the sunscreen.

When it's ready, he stands up on his feet to grab Taza's cream to help you with your hands. That time, he kneels in front of you, spreading it from your forearms to the tip of your fingers, so carefully and concentrated, that you can't help but look at him with a goofy smile until it's done.

“Thank you”. You just say.

“Anytime, querida”. He whispers, pulling a tuft of your hair behind your right ear, leaning towards you to kiss your cheek. “What do you want to do now?”

“I think I need twenty minutes more of sleep, but you can go with the guys to the water, if you want”. Shrugging your shoulders, you let your back fall down to the towel.

“I spend too much time with them, and I haven't seen you a single second for the last four days”. He chuckles lying by your side, straining an arm under your neck to put you closer to him. “Let me enjoy at least twenty minutes”.

His resigned sigh makes you laugh almost in silence, while his free hand gets placed on your back, leaving some ephemeral caresses from top to bottom. And you feel as if you were in paradise. You're practically drinking each other's breathings, with closed eyes and your nose touching Bishop's. Your fingers get tangled slightly in the short hair of the mexican, taking pleasure of the peace that it's surrounding you right now.

“I didn't want you to come”. He mutters from nowhere, not opening his eyes, not opening yours. With a calm tone of voice, a little sleepy.

“Why?”

“You were tired, your hands hurt. You need to rest, (Y/N)”.

“I'm resting now. And I couldn't ask for a better way to do it. I think I'm gonna complain about my hands often, so you will take care of me”.

Bishop chuckles drowsy, shaking his head just for a second.

“Anything else, su majestad?” (Your Majesty).

“A kiss”. Murmuring, you get somewhat comfy under his arms.

You're aware of the same desire to kiss you that he feels for you, as you feel, but on the other hand, you weren't expecting him to really do it. His lips gently press yours, before catching them among his. Traveling down one of your hands to the side of his neck, Bishop holds you closer, keeping a low pace of his mouth enjoying the taste and the touch of yours. Unconsciously and by inertia, your left right surrounds his waist. His fingers touring your thigh slowly, makes your first kiss a little better. Biting softly his lower lip, you steal him a heavy sigh, stretching your skin under his huge hand. He wants you closer, and you too. But for the moment, that's pretty enough.

“You should complain about your hands often”. He mumbles almost touching your lips with every syllable.

“I will”.

Sinking your face into his neck, you're trying to fall asleep focused on his breath, hearing a bunch of steps over the sand coming closer. Some whispers talking about you two, thinking that you're sleeping but you're actually trying not to laugh, feeling how Bishop gets a little tense because of the low comments.

“Don't forget I'm your fucking boss”. Bishop growls, freezing everyone's blood. And you can't help but break into laughter.

“Shit”. Coco soughs hiding behind Angel's back, because the oldest Reyes is the tallest of all.

“Nah, c'mon, Bish. Enjoy your d—”.

Before Angel can finish the sentence, the mexican hits his leg, making him fall down over Coco. A lot of cursing in spanish appears under the umbrellas, getting mixed with the loud laughs that make you sit up on your towel almost drowning. Watching them trying to get up only makes it better.

“Oh, man, I wish I could record it”. Gilly's laughs are over the others, with an arm on Creeper's left shoulder. “Damn, prez, repeat it, please…”

“Stop bothering him”. You say holding the angry man between your arms, before lying again on your towels.

“Pendejos mal paridos…” He barks mumbling.

“Don't listen to them”.

“I'm… going to fuck them up as soon as we retur—”.

“Obispo, stop”. You chuckle, leaning up slightly to kiss his cheek.

Finally, you are able to sleep for some minutes, while the guys share some beers playing cards, listening latin music in a low volumen to not continue annoying him. And even if you don't rest for more than twenty or thirty minutes, it's like you have been sleeping for the whole day, because of the comfort you feel under his grip and the caresses in your hair. Opening again your eyes, you raise up your head over his shoulders to find half of the crew on their towels, and the other half playing with a bouncy ball on the shore, just like kids. Taking the advantage that no one is looking, to avoid that they tease you again, you press your lips onto his. Slowly, calmly, with his arms hugging your body tightly as Bishop tucks his tongue in your mouth peacefully looking for yours. You feel some tickles in your stomach when they meet, as he feels more relaxed. El Presidente really is into you. He really has more feelings than he wants to admit, until he knows that you have the same sensation on your chest every time you are close to him. Now, he's seeing it. That maybe you two are having a good opportunity.

And you don't want to stop, drowning a slight gasp against his mouth when it gets a little intense that you expected, forgetting for a second where you are and who is surrounding you. Fucking the especial moment when you hear Coco saying that the hotel rooms are already booked, and that you can ocuppy yours whenever you want. Bishop is about to get up, when you stop him by a hand on his chest. You're going to take care of it this time. Shaking the sand on your body, you wear his sunglasses, walking towards the crew in the water. Coco is looking at you somewhat confused, while the president calls Taza, Tranq and Riz attention to enjoy the show. And before he can say anything else, or ask about what you are going to do seeing how you open, close and repeat the gesture with your right hand, you hit his temple with your palm. And it hurts a little, but the laugh is worth everything.

“Yo! Mami! What was that?!” He complains offended.

“A wave”. You just say, provoking that every laughter of your friends gets louder.

“Mami…” He pouts at you, rubbing that side of his face.

“Do you want a tsunami?”

He doesn't answer, while Leti starts to cough in tears.

“I imagined”. You add then, narrowing your eyes under the aviator sunglasses.

Coming back to the umbrellas, the eldest members clap at you while making them a feigned reverence.

After having a deserved shower in the room you're going to share with Gabriela and Leti, you fall down over the bed waiting for them to get ready for some party time after dinner. And while they choose dresses, more makeup that you have never put on and high heels, you choose some comfy shorts, a white body with bare back and your sneakers. Of course, you're not in that mood after four horrible nights working. Before leaving the hotel, you apply a few more cream on your hands, feeling so much better and using clean bandages to cover them. Meeting the guys at the hall, you go out to find a place to have some dinner, ending up in the same restaurant you have been at noon. The food is pretty good, so you go to the secure one. But this time is a little different since then.

You can't avoid having your right hand on Bishop's nape, caressing his scalp while the table talks about everything and nothing at the same time, laughing and enjoying. Urging you to put your right leg over his left, hanging from it, he caresses your thigh a little assorted as if it was something normal, and natural on him. But it's not, and that makes that gesture more special. You couldn't ask for anything better, until he kisses your cheek without expecting to place his free arm over your shoulders, without caring about if Coco or Angel dares to make another of their occurrences. You two are very sure that you made them understand to not fuck up with Bishop in front of you, even if you find it funny.

Outside of the restaurant, after having a revitalizing dinner, the crew begin to propose different plans. But the mere fact of thinking in a crowded place, with loud music and a mix of smells, makes you yawn inevitably. Leti is killing you with her gaze.

“Yo! Bitch, don' you dare to tell me that you're goen' to sleep”.

“I did—”. Trying to excuse yourself, Bishop interrupts you.

“She doesn't. But I am an old man who needs his eight hours of sleep”.

“Then, good night, mummy”. She's about to take you off from his arms, while he turns around to give her his back.

“I need a nurse to take care of my disabilities”.

“C'mon, Bish! You've been hoarding her the whole day! And I invited her, not you!” She frowns while you laugh. “I hope at least you make her cum…”

“Leticia!” You shout, while Coco palms her nape.

“Mummies don' cum, you dumbass, they just… lie do—”.

“Angel, I swear I am going to break your legs next time”.

“Whatever, Tutankhamun. Enjoy your night”. Your friend rolls her eyes with a heavy sigh.

“We can come back next week, when I have holidays”. You say palming her forehead, making her laugh before leaving back to the hotel.

And you just get separated in it enough time to clean your teeth and grab the charger for your phone, going to his room after that. You're not nervous, but a little excited of having some time alone. Finally. Not to do anything specifically, but to enjoy him being de-stressed. While he's in the bathroom, you take off your clothes to wear the shirt he has left for you on the mattress. Smells like him and that it's driving you insane, crawling over the bed to fall close to the pillows, fighting against your tiredness to not fall asleep this soon.

Having your eyes closed, you feel the side next to yours sinking a little, until his strong arms find your body to wrap it against his chest after turning off the lights. Turning under his grip and intertwining your hands and your legs, Bishop rests his cheek on yours, being able to see part of the pacific ocean from the window in front of your eyes. It's magic. Pure magic.

“Listen…” He mutters getting somewhat comfy, having a deep breath his nose sinked into your neck. “Maybe I can't promise you a life that a normal man could give you, but I'm going to make it worth every second”.

“Bish”.

“Hm…?”

“Do you love me?”.

“Yes, I do, preciosa”.

“That's everything I need”. Turning just a little, you smirk softly at him. “I don't want a normal life. I want to spend it with you”.

“I hope you never regret these words”.

“I only could regret them because they aren't enough to express how I feel when you're close to me. When you touch me. When you pronounce my name”. Replying that, you lie down again under his grip, leaving a soft kiss on his right forearm. “I love you, Bishop. I couldn't regret it”.

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[yeetusthedeetus]

ATEEZ - That Goddamn Feather

"YAH- SAN!"

Giggling, the younger male skipped away as Yunho rubbed his neck, shivering at the touch the feather had left behind.

"You too?" Wooyoung sympathised, sitting on the other end of the couch. "He's been doing that all day."

"Where did he even get that feather??" Seonghwa questioned, "It's very clean, he couldn't have just picked it up off the pavement?"

"Well, wherever he got it from I no longer give a shit," Wooyoung griped, "I just want him to stop tormenting me with it."

"You mean tickling you with it?" Yunho teased, watching as red quickly flooded up the younger's face. "You want it properly?"

Jongho escaped the room just as Yunho flung himself at the fleeing lee, narrowly avoiding a foot to the face as he flailed. He sighed, remembering the soft feel on his own neck. It hadn't tickled quite so much, but some of the members had some extreme reactio-

"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!! SAN-AH!!!!!!!!"

A loud thump came from the direction of the shriek, and Jongho ran to turn the corner, afraid of the pain a member could be in.

He was greeted with the sight of Hongjoong slumped against the wall, hand against his head, with an anxious San fretting around him, fluffy white feather laid on the floor forgotten.

"Sorry, sorry!!" San kept whispering, holding the moaning leader, "I didn't expect you to fucking DROP!"

"What happened?" The maknae asked after stealthily slipping the feather into his pocket. He walked towards the duo, where San looked like he was ready to cry.

"I brushed the feather on his neck, like everyone else, but he dropped and hit his head on the wall really hard!!!"

"Shit San," Hongjoong moaned again, moving his hand from his face. Jongho grimaced at the large red mark, straight in the centre of his forehead. That was gonna bruise.

"You ok?" He asked, concerned.

"Fine I think," The leader was balancing on Jongho's steady arm, slightly dizzy and disoriented from the hit to the head, "but I should probably lie down for a little bit, I feel really weird."

"No problem," Jongho shifted the leader to sit on a couch, preparing to carry him. A quick idea hit him and he smirked. "San-hyung?"

"Yeah?" The blondes retreating figure asked, before the feather stroked along the back of his neck. With a shriek the elder hit the floor, hand clamping to the back of his neck.

"Punishment." Jongho grinned, lifting up the now smiling leader and carrying him to his room.

"Guess I deserve it," the maknae heard San mutter behind them, before running off in search of another victim.

*le time skip*

Jongho sat on the edge of Hongjoong's bed, who had since recovered and had decided to take a nap. Looking at the sleeping leaders prone figure, which rested on his stomach, he turned his attention to the small white feather in his hands.

It was nothing special, he noticed, small, white a fluffy. Soft to the touch, sure, pretty to look at too. But there was nothing special about it.

So how had such a tiny, ordinary item, managed to draw such an extreme reaction from his hyung?

He intended to find out.

Deciding to start somewhere nicer than his neck, Jongho gently lifted the blanket off one of the leaders small feet. Hongjoong had gone to bed without any socks on, so his slender feet were bare, pretty much asking to be tickled. Jongho gently dragged the feather down the centre of his arch, watching his feet twitch as the tickling sensation registered. Fascinated, he did it again, and so did the little feet twitch.

A quick swipe of the feather under the leaders toes lead the foot to jerk itself away from the sensation, and the leader moaned in his sleep, moving his foot away and scratching it with his other foot subconsciously. As both feet had pulled themselves back under the safety of the covers, Jongho moved up.

Removing the covers, he found that his leader was only wearing a pair of sleep shorts, and his legs and torso were exposed. He grinned, mentally thanking sleepy Hongjoong for making his job so much easier. Jongho moved the feather to the leaders thighs, which twitched and trembled as the feather caressed the sensitive insides. They opened and closed sporadically, occasionally allowing the maknae access to the uppermost parts but quickly revoking it, simply because it was too sensitive.

Hongjoong started to wake up at the thigh tickling, blinking blearily in confusion. "Wha-?"

"Morning hyung," Jongho smiled cheerily, moving to sit on the leaders thighs. "Sorry, I had to try this out."

"Try wha-Ahahahahahahatttt!??"

The leader instantly giggled as Jongho swirled the feather behind his knees, slamming his head into the pillow and shaking it. "Nohohoho! Jonghooooho!"

"Oooooh, very nice reaction hyung," Jongho murmured, "How weird is it that something so ordinary, is so much more capable than fingers at tickling certain areas?"

Jongho pulled himself up the leaders body, til he plonked himself straight on the shorter's ass. He pulled the waistband of the shorts down, exposing the elders hipbones.

"I did a bit of research for this, you know?" Jongho spoke about researching tickling methods as though it was an offhand comment, "Apparently feathers aren't always great unless someone's REALLY sensitive, because the touch is too soft."

"Ihihihis thahat sohohoho?" Hongjoong giggled, trying to escape the feather which was dusting over his hipbones.

"Yep," the maknae stated matter-of-factly, "Now, from your reaction to San dusting it over your neck I assumed you must be really sensitive there, and I know from experience you're REALLY sensitive everywhere else, so I thought I'd test my hypothesis that you're feather sensitive."

"Hypothesihihis provehehehen!" the elder struggled, "Nohohow lehet mehehehe gohohoho!"

"Oh no, hyung, I need to test individual areas. Don't worry though, a true scientist will repeat a test three times to make sure the evidence can be replicated."

"Ohohoho FUHUHUHUCKKK!"

Jongho smirked as he dusted the feather down the leaders spine, watching as he twisted and jerked. Pure belly-laughter was tearing out of the elders mouth, and Hongjoong's face had a beautiful red tinge to it.

"Cute," the younger whispered fondly, before slipping the feather down to his sides. Another cuss word was quickly shouted, as the laughter steadily grew more desperate. Hongjoong's feet started drumming on the bed once Jongho got to his tummy, and a massive shriek erupted when his bellybutton got brushed.

After fifteen minutes of torment, Jongho decided to go for the kill. He turned the leader around beneath him, who was flushed to the nines and grinning lazily.

"Plehease," he begged, "Noho mohore."

"One more place hyung," Jongho smiled, pinning the small hands under his knees before kissing his forehead. As Hongjoong giggled with anticipation, one of Jongho's hands gently grabbed his chin and held it up, exposing his entire neck and the underside of his chin. As soon as the feather hit the underside of his chin, shrill squeaking laughter erupted from the smaller's mouth.

With Jongho's hand holding his chin up, and the leaders own hands pinned under the maknaes knees, Hongjoong could do nothing but laugh and beg. Tears of laughter welled up and spilled over, and Jongho stopped as soon as the elder started to wheeze, setting him free and curling up next to him. As the maknae spooned the elder, Hongjoong spoke.

"You're a dick, you know that right?"

Laughing at Hongjoong's statement, Jongho blew a raspberry on the leaders neck, bringing another squeal from his throat.

"You know it hyung."

For @teddybearmingi

[some-dark-side-writing]

First Meeting

Apocalypse x reader

Being on the good side of a dangerous, manipulative, inhuman dark side would sound good, since you're in their good books and have some sense of protection in dark scary times, but it wasn't when they were needy shits like Darkiplier.

TEXT: Mr. Grouchy Pants

"Come over"

"It's 2 am duck you"

"That was autocorrect but you know what I meant"

"You'll find it interesting"

"I find my dreams interesting dark"

"I'll make your dreams night terrors if you don't get dressed right now Y/n."

"You gonna pick me up?"

"I'm actually dealing with the reason I'm calling your useless ass."

TIME: 2:13

"Antis coming over... you normally bring popcorn when I say that."

"I'll be right over"

When you arrived at the house you didn't even have a chance to knock before you were thrown over someone's shoulder and teleported 5 feet inside. A hand covering your eyes, an unnaturally low voice asked "What ya gonna do to wriggle out of this?" You swung your leg until your foot made contact with something soft and smiled as Anti dropped you to lean over in pain.

"Nice try Anti, you're gonna waste all your energy before Dark beats your ass." You told him, punching him on the shoulder, he punched you back, but harder "If you knew it was me... why did you kick me?!" He wheezed.

"Because I knew it was you." You smiled. Dark smiled at that too, only letting that emotion show when Anti was keeled over breathless, in fact it's why he'd bothered to get to know you in the first place.

"Y/n, thank you for coming-"

"You're not welcome" you interrupted, which you knew always rustled him "I was sleepy darkkkk." Anti brought you against his chest to rock you, giggling at your human fatigue. "Yes well this is important and for your safety. So I thought it best to tell you as soon as possible. And to show you so you weren't stupid enough to anger it."

"It?" You now paid attention, walking towards Dark so he could lead you to what he was alluding to. You didn't have to wait long through his background information before you could hear loud thumps against the metal door of Dark's panic room, that was usually unoccupied. "That, in there, is Apocalypse." He growled, banging back against the door once powerfully. "I rescued...it..from Gear, the mad scientist-"

"Who's mad for trying to mess with our pal here" Anti interrupted, swinging his hands round your shoulders from behind you.

"Multiple times." You added bitterly.

"I-" Dark announced loudly to get attention back to him "Saved the thing, but I don't want it anymore. It doesn't know how to follow orders."

"I would have gotten out anyway!" You heard in a booming voice, which made both you and Anti jump backwards slightly, and him curling his arms more round you for what you at first thought was protection. "And you thought I was a whiny teen." Anti laughed before you could ask with a raised eyebrow "So not an 'it' then?" Dark rolled his eyes but you didn't finish witnessing the roll because suddenly you felt Anti grip you tighter and before you knew it you had been dropped by him into the highly locked room of the creature even Dark couldn't control.

You gasped as you fell, you couldn't help it, it was freezing in there, compared to the warm well lit outside you'd just been in. You heard a sound from the corner of the room as you were dropped, a shuffling perhaps, and you couldn't help but be a little scared of what type of ungodly monster Dark could be hiding in here, a room you were now both trapped in, lightly hearing Dark's yells and Anti's run.

"H-hello?" You asked quietly, in case it was ready to pounce "I told you I wanted to be left alone!" He strode fast and sharply towards you, you covered your face with your arms as a reflex until 5 seconds had passed and you realised you hadn't been squished yet.

Forcing yourself to bring your hands down you got a better look at Apocalypse now he'd stepped into the dim light escaping into the room. What stood before you didn't look like a monster. Just a rather tall, rather muscly man, with steel eyes and curly hair. "Who are you?" He asked, gritting his teeth, obviously very agitated at having been locked away, seemingly for the second time after what Dark said about Gear. You wondered now, if he'd ever not been locked up.

"I-I'm Y-Y/n" you stuttered, taking a deep breath you held your hand out to him to try and keep things calm but he didn't seem to notice or understand because he walked closer to you, backing you into a wall and, while keeping distance for his own sake, you could feel his immense heat radiating from him compared to the chill of the room. "I meant, who are you to the fuck that locked me in here?"

He exhaled sharply through his nose and you scrunched your eyes reflexively at that. He saw you flinch, hard to miss when he was centimetres away, but didn't move, and you were too busy trying to find an answer to his question that wouldn't get you killed. 'Who were you to Dark?' 'A friend' he'd argue 'catharsis' you'd sometimes think, but this Apocalypse didn't seem to like your friend that much, and his gritted teeth and clenched fists didn't exactly sway you to answer freely. "I'm the one that keeps him in check." You answered, and it was the truth.

Apocalypse looked you over as he tried to read you, he'd never met anyone like you before, but he reckoned that was because he hadn't made an effort to meet that many people point blank.

"Did you pick that name yourself? Apocalypse?" He looked...strange, as you asked that. Head tilted and pupils dilating back and forth, luckily he'd stopped crushing his teeth together. "Don't remember." He grunted, turning to face away from you, crossing his arms and sure you weren't any possible threat to him.

"Because I wouldn't stick anyone with a four syllable name, I'm lazy and that's just too much damn effort." He grunted again but this time it was different, like he thought you spouting a weakness like being lazy was untacttical and surprising, yet almost beguiling. "Would you be cool if I called you A? I mean I come up with way more embarrassing names for Dark in there and I think it suits you ; A." You let the letter roll off your tongue, and hoped he'd turn around to give his approval, or at least not cave your skull in. "You can call me that." You smirked, wanting to get to know him better. "But only if you tell me his nickname, so I can call him it as I'm ripping his spine out through his head." A had a sort of fire in his eyes, one that excited you especially now he had somewhat less of a sour face accompanying him. "Oh A, do you think for a pain that big I only have one?" His fire grew bigger as did your smirk.

That was when the light blinded you and you felt two pairs of hands roughly grab you by the shirt and pull you out, closing the safety room door behind you, but A was less than a step behind and pushed against the two egos holding the door easily, ripping it off his hinges as you now noticed he was a lot taller than you either thought or remembered, at least half a foot bigger than the two and still growing.

"YOU!" A growled, his veins popping from his muscles and turning black in colour.

"Now n-now..."

A punched a hole through the wall which Dark wouldn't even let Anti touch with his 'filthy' hands and a shiver went through your body, having never heard Dark trip on his words, A's eyes black like oil as he growled at Dark. You leapt in front of A though as you saw Anti crouching on the ceiling, Dark's stutter only a distraction, and ignoring Dark's shouts as you got into vision, stood in front of A and put your hands on his arms, feeling the veins pulsing against your palms and his skin almost burning to the touch. "Y/n step back!" Dark warned, worried for his friends safety.

"No!" You said, luckily that got A to stop shaking so violently "Get down from there right now Anti!" You told him, A snarling as he looked up to spot where Anti was hiding.

Anti looked miserable at his missed opportunity for a fight, glitching to stand by Dark and scold you. "You heard what Dark said as he took us to see the prick didn't you y/n?! But you didn't hear what he said when I dropped you in there, that's why we rushed to get you out. It's not a toy! It's an uncontrollable killing machine!"

"HE-" you interrupted, angry yourself, "WAS CREATED TO BE ANGRY. You can't hold that against him!" Dark and Anti looked doubtfully at each other, then back to A who you couldn't see with your back to his chest. "Ease up and back off, okay?!"

Dark squinted at you, not liking when your temper rose since he was supposed to be the most stubborn one. Anti kept his eyes on the entity behind you the whole time, you didn't know what he was seeing, nor did you want to as your eyes did battle with Dark, but you turned as you felt his arms leave your grip, and A, smaller now and eyes normal, simply left the building, slamming the door behind him.

You sighed thankful because no one had gotten hurt, and after Anti checked A hadn't hurt you while you had been locked up and apologising for that 'prank', now he realised A's strength, he punched you on the shoulder for the second time today, for the same reason he apologised.

Dark looked uneasily in the direction A had left, surprised he'd just backed down like that, but thankful he was gone, while A stuffed his hands in his pockets as he got to the cold outside, tilting his face up to feel the rain against his skin to cool off, never having been allowed outside for too long he secretly relished in this, but he was uneasy like the three in the house he'd just left. Uneasy because now he wasn't completely sure that you weren't any possible threat to him, because he'd never backed down from a fight.

[fairylightsandthings]

March 12th, Part One

Summary: Darya Sawyer finally understanding her growing feelings for Alex.

Pairing: OC Darya Sawyer x OC Alex Hatfield - Dalex

Tags: @thesquidliesthuman my child who amazingly lets me use his OC in fics and helped create my favorite OC OTP

Part One:

A slight sleepy sound escaped Darya's lips, finding herself way too comfortable than usual. As her eyes fluttered open, blinking in the darkness a little confused at where she was. Until, she felt an arm wrap around her waist and tenderly tug her closer. Oh, now i remember. Was the first thing that came into her head, as she rolled over to lay her head on Alex's chest - That same boy she'd been texting hours prior to this moment. Wondering if he'd known that she'd woken up, and she was about to say something until she'd felt his fingers on her back. Small patterns being oh so tenderly traced onto the exposed skin, well all of her skin was pretty exposed with the fact He'd pulled off her clothes at some point in their evening. Moving one of her arms around his waist as she tucks her face against his chest, Darya let herself slowly drift back to sleep. The gentle touches to her back lulling her into soft contentment. When Alex dropped Darya off at home the next morning, she was left with a kiss and the promise of a 'see you later'. Which left her a little confused on the whole situation, as she didn't go into the house but instead called her cousin and made the trek to her house.

When Darya stepped up to the apartment door, it was already being opened. "Okay baby bee, spill. Who's shirt is that?" Kira tugged Darya into the apartment. "Oh, um- It's a long story." Darya murmured a little shyly as they walked to the kitchen. "I uh, spent the night at Alex's last night. And he let me borrow a shirt." She fidgets with her fingers, sitting herself in a chair. "Just spent the night? Hon, you have hickies all over your neck." Kira laughed as she starts the kettle on the stove, turning and crossing her arms over her chest. Darya flushes with color as she lays her head on her palms, biting on her bottom lip a moment. "So maybe i had sex with Alex, and now I'm freaking out." She admitted, her mind wandering back over to her night. "Wait, you did what? Darya-" Kira starts and Darya nods. "First kiss, and first time. It's such a weird feeling to explain, Ki. But i trust him." Kira purses her lips a moment as she sits across from her baby cousin. "You like him? I don't think I've even ever seen you look at another person semi romantically... Much less.. Wow, i mean you do talk about him a lot since you met him." Kira's words caused Darya to hide her face behind her hands. "It's.. different. When I'm around Alex, it's different. He's so sweet to me, and makes me feel so safe." Bringing her hands down and placing them onto the table as she looks at Kira. "I do like him, god i like him so much. And I've never liked anyone before, but he just fell into my life. And he's funny, and he makes me laugh." Laying her head on the table as she sighs. "But i don't know if last night was just two people hooking up, or if-" Kira was shaking her head. "What kinda stuff did he say to you? During, after, this morning?" She inquires and that makes Darya blush again.

"He was so soft with me, careful with his hands. Really good with his mouth- Not like- um- kissing wise. He's a really good kisser." Darya stumbled over her words a bit. "And like, he kept telling me how pretty i was and asking if i was alright." Her eyes fluttered slightly, slightly dazed by the memory she could almost feel his hand sliding up her back. "Get off on your own time Sawyer, jeez." Kira teased which snapped Darya back into the moment. "Shit- Sorry. I was just-" she started before being interrupted. "Fantasizing about your maybe boyf." Those words caused Darya to flush and hide her face. "Kiraaaaaaa. I'm leaving!" Darya pushed herself to stand up, when Kira grabbed her arm. "I'm just teasing you Baby Bee, i think that he may like you as more than just a one night fling. Otherwise he wouldn't have been so gentle with you. AND he let you spend the night! AND held you! That's gotta be more than a one night thing!" Darya stared at her cousin, a little disbelieving since, who could ever like someone like her? "I'm.. I'm just gonna go home and shower, then maybe go to the quarry to think for a while.. Thanks for letting me ramble." She mumbled and took her arm from her cousins grasp as she leaves with a small sigh.

When she opened the front door to her Aunt and Uncles house, she was met with a near deafening silence. Silently thanking any god that made the house empty at near 4pm, while making her way upstairs and into the bathroom. There is no way that he likes me. Dragging her hands over her face as she felt her eyes starting to water. Fuck, will he even still want to be my friend? The thought of potentially losing the only friend she'd made in her life, nearly caused Darya physical pain. Sure, she liked him as more than a friend. But if he didn't want her like that, she could suffer through any pain that came with that outcome. But.. If he didn't want to be her friend anymore, that would crush her. "Ugh, fuck." Darya murmured stepping into the now running shower and stood under the hot water. You're so stupid Darya, of course he'll just dip out. He got something from you. He's got no reason to stay. The thought sent her to the shower floor, hiding her face in her knees as she tried to contain the soft sobs. I'm sorry, i know. But- He's better than that- He's better than you. Don't say that. He'll move on to someone prettier and smarter than you, I'm sure he's got plenty of options. Darya moved her arms over her head, clenching her teeth as she sniffles softly. But if he still wants to be my friend.. I can do it. I know i can. He's my friend. Is he though? YES There was a silence in her head now, her insecurities being pushed to the back of her mind as she stood up to finish her shower.

Within the span of about an hour Darya was seated on her bed, clean, dressed(Alex's shirt carefully folded underneath her pillow), makeup on. Her hands lightly shaking as she typed out a message to Alex, then stood up and grabbed her backpack. Once she left her room and started down the stairs, she heard the tv on in the living room. The sound causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up and a shiver to run down her spine. She was already half way down, if she could just get out of the- "Darya? Is that you?" The voice was eerily calm, with a hint of a near Cheshire cat tone as He addressed her. "Y- yes, Uncle Nick. I was just heading out, did you-" She was cut off as Nick pulled her off the steps and shoved her back into the wall. "And where were you last night?" Nick's face was unreadable, but he sounded terrifyingly angry as he glared down at Darya. "I- I fell asleep at a friends house and-" She was dropped to her feet as Nick's hand came in contact with her face. The contact caused her to stumble back a bit, her back hitting the wall again. "Don't lie to me, Darya. What's this?" Grabbing a hold of her hair and tugging her head back to expose her neck, Nick scowled. "Off being a little slut are we?" Darya's eyes watered slightly, her scalp ached from the pull to her hair. As she felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket, lifting her gaze to meet her Uncle's. "N- No, i got into a fight- I-" Being backhanded shut her up real quick, before Nick stepped away from her to wipe the blood from his knuckles. "You're not welcome back in this house tonight. Get out." It was a simple enough task, as Darya fled the house as fast as she could. Hugging her backpack and not stopping until she reached the quarry.

With her legs dangling over the edge and a cigarette between her lips, Darya finally pulled her phone out to check her messages.

From: Darya

To: Alexander Hamilton

At: 5:00 pm

Ayeeewe

You

Ayyyeeeee

From: Alexander Hamilton

To: Darya

At: 5:15pm

Why hello there~

A slight smile curled her lips up, as she takes a drag off her cigarette and types out a quick response and the conversation flows pretty quickly from there.

Darya:

Hiiiiiiiiii

How ya doing?

Alex:

I'm alive

And how are you?

Darya:

Just alive?

And tbh same

Alex:

Well

I mean

What answer did you expect from me?

Darya:

I have no idea to be honest

Alex:

Hm

Fair

Did you have fun last night?

Darya:

Perhaps i diddddd

🙈

Did you?

Alex:

I had a great time, love

Darya:

Well I'm glad!

Been busy today?

Alex:

Mostly some jobs.

How's your day been?

Darya:

Came home

Showered

Ran into my uncle

Now I'm just chillin at the quarry

So it was alright.

Alex:

Want me to come by?

Darya stared at her phone for a moment, biting on her bottom lip as she hesitated before responding.

Darya:

If you wanna💚

Alex:

Why wouldn't I want to? 💙

When the text flashed across the screen, Darya teared up slightly and brought her phone to her chest. Please, if it's not meant to be. I don't think i can handle it.

Darya:

Alexxxxx💙💚

I dunnooo💙

Once she hit send, she turned her phone over next to her. Taking a slow breath to recollect herself, while toying idly with her thumbs. What If when he knows me, he's only disappointed? What if I give myself away, to only get it given back? If when he holds me, My heart is set in motion. I'm not prepared for that, I'm scared of breaking open. Darya's thoughts are interrupted by the boy who slides himself to sit with her, taking the cigarette from her mouth as she turns her head to look at him when he speaks. "Hey~" When Alex spoke, Darya smiled as she tilts her head just slightly while looking at him. "Heyyy." Alex just chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around Darya's shoulders gently. He looked out at the quarry, letting his feet dangle over the edge of the quarry. Darya leaned into him as her arms wrapped around his waist before pressing a soft kiss to Alex's cheek. "It's nice out here." There was a subtle increase in her heartbeat at Alex's closeness, surprised by his arm over her shoulder and the fact she felt him lay his chin on her head.

"It is, but-" Alex started a grin playing on his lips as he tilts his head to look down at Darya, who in turn looked up at him. "Do you know what's nicer?" He asks, that playful tone heavily present. "Hm?" Darya tilts her head a bit as she bites her bottom lip. "You~" Alex says easily with a small giggle and presses a soft kiss to Darya's forehead, as she blushes heavily. My heart, this boy is so sweet. "You're such a dork." Darya giggled as she shakes her head with a soft smile. "Dork and proud, hon." Alex laughs, god that beautiful sound, a grin still on his face. "I bet you are." Darya lays her head on Alex's shoulder, nudging her nose against his cheek a little bit. The two quieted down, enjoying each others company and the view of the Quarry when Darya noticed Alex rubbing his lower back.

[the-acid-pear]

AHAHA HYPEEE

Chapter 264

This is all such useful info lmao

DONT BE SO MEAN HE ISNT THAT SHORT

What a punch

Doppo is just watching this like :/

It truly is very cruel :/

KSGWLSGISVW WE HAVE BEEN ASKING THE SAME SINCE THE START OF THIS MANGA

I wish there was a word that definined a platonic simp, bc that's how Doppo's fixation with wishing to fight Baki comes across

I honestly don't get what he envies, the... Happiness of fighting your son? Of fighting someone your level? Of losing? Like dude you can have literally all three of those things too if you wanted, or... could

Chapter 265

Bitch I've been having nasal hemorrhages i know that's not how it works

OH THEY ARE ACTUALLY EXPLAINING IT 😳

Okay yeah it's true

YEAH NO SHIT OUCH

Doppo is just delighted to witness this fight, i do still miss his glasses

Doppo is here to make the battle less depressing for the viewer lmao

Chapter 266

Tokugawa having the time of his life here lmao

WHO, GOD?!

OH MY GOD HE'S TALKING ABOUT PICKLE IM GONNA CRY 😭

YUJIRO POG YUJIRO POG

YESSS MY BOY IS THRIVING OYISTITAITSITD

Chapter 267

WE ARE ALL THRIVING

I'm getting hard

BASED FORM ITSURSURAURS-

Chapter 268

I'm just like 👁️👁️

PICKLE LOVESSS IT

OHOHOHO

AUGH

Chapter 269 (NICE!!!)

MF BROUGHT OUT HIS FUCKING STAND URSUTSIYDLYSTDL

Mfs talking bout the interviewed girl's ass, can y'all behave and look at Yujiro instead?! 😍 /j

Chapter 270

THIS IS INDEED. BEAUTIFUL GODDAMN IT IT IS GORGEOUS

I'm literally feeling shivers down my spine rn

ONLY YUJIRO IS CAPABLE OF GETTING A BOOST OF POWER BY IMITATING HIMSELF

He's happy his crush liked it /j

Ough,,,,,,,, it's like if i had ants walking around my legs and lower back this fight is insane

Chapter 271

UWAAA??!!;!

OMG CONGRATS YUJIRO 🥺🏳️‍🌈/j

BAKI HIT HIM AND WE DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT?!

HE DEFEATED THE 0.5 SECONDS OMFG

DOPPO DON'T COME WITH THAT BULLSHIT WE ALL KNOW WHAT THE KID HAS BEEN GOING THRU!

BROOO YUJIRO YOU ASSHOLE YOU PLAYING TOO DIRTY 😭

Chapter 272

AUGH IM. HOLDING BACK TEARS TOO RN 😖

YEAH NO CANT BLAME THEM THIS IS DEPRESSING 😭💔

Baki has such severe daddy issues

WE ARE ALL SO PROUD OF HIM,,,

Chapter 273

TOKUGAWA HE NEARLY KILLS HIM WHEN HE WAS 13 THIS IS NOT SURPRISING AT ALL

Y'all deadass didn't know Yuji-chan eh

Okay a lil too far this went from, sadistic to 😬😰

Utterly obsessed with how Doppo just keeps being like 8| like fair tbh! I too be looking at it like the le.on emoji

Chapter 274

OOOOHHH???

Hehe so interesting to see Mrs Hanma

That is mean, Yujiro

YDAURSKGDUG BRO!

YESSSS BOY MY BELOVED BOY

Haruru <3

KWGWKSGAHS I WAS SO HYPED OVER PICKLE I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE YUJIRO'S FUCKED UP PANTS

Chapter 275

HIS CANINE YOU ASSHOLE, HE CAN'T GET THOSE REPLACED LIKE Y'ALL CAN!!

LET'S GOOO PICKLE YOU KING!! YOU ARE LEARNING SOCIAL NORMS IM LITERALLY SO PROUD 🥺🥺🥺

Did he do the same Baki did before?

Yeah

Chapter 276

Baki keeps surviving by a hair bro

Something something ultra instinct joke

HEHE THE TECHNIQUE FROM THE CHINESE UNCHAINED (sorry not relevant enough for me to remember the name)

HEHEHE NICEEE

Scenes that make you 👁️👁️

Chapter 277

GOD THIS IS SO TENSE

Pickle is learning, ma sweet boy

HE'S PULLING A GAIA

"happy new year!!!"

Chapter 278

I feel like this won't work <:/

HOHOHO NICEEEE KING!!!!!

LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO

This entire comment section has adopted Baki, me included

Chapter 279

OLIVA!!!!! GOD YOU STUPID HUGE WARDROBE YOU ARE SO RECOGNIZABLE AURUCSHARG

God I'm AUGH so much going on!!!!! 😳

My man pickle stopped sensing danger, is that why he's sleepy? 👁️👁️

LA PUTA QUE TE PARIÓ YUJIRO, LA PUTA QUE TE PARIÓ. COMIMOS!! La concha de la Lora caímos como los mejores, te odio tanto Yujiro Hanma AHSGAGSSJ

Chapter 280

Baki, he's your dad, stop getting surprised

WHAT?!

OH WELL OKAY BAKI THAT'S NORMAL I THINK, YOU SHOULD VISIT A DOCTOR THO YOUR PEE PROBLEMS WORRY ME

Chapter 281

Itagaki definitely has a pee fetish

OOOOH YUJIRO DRIP

OH HEY HANA

Fellas, just go watch!

THAT'S SO ODDLY FUNNY FFS 😭

I love that fighting pose

AFSJSYHS THAT SUMMER LOOK, OBSESSED!

I wonder who is recording all these testimonies, like, the news??

Chapter 282

Fucking baby Yujiro ffs

YUJIRO PLEASE FIGHT AN ORCA FOR ME 🥺

GOD I REMEMBER THAT, ITS ALWAYS THE CRYING FACE WHEN HE'S ABOUT TO KILL 😰

Baki like <:D

Chapter 283

OUCHHHH

Oh we gonna see DIO now? /j

They will die

Oh my fucking god.

Chapter 285

FELLAS WE ALL KNEW THAT HAS BAKI NEVER TOLD THE STORY?!

JAUSRURSURASYR OLD MAN,,,

WHO'S THAT SPIRIT? 👁️👁️

Chapter 285

Even my piss

Everyone is already mourning Baki and he hasn't even died yet

PICKLE SAW IT, AND HE'S SCARED

OH SHIT YUJI-CHAN TOO

OURZURSITDUrodt 👁️👁️

IM GONNA BREAK FURNITURE IM HOOOO WHAT?!????

I'M LOSING IT, A GILF 😳

DON'T DISAPPOINT YOUR GRANDPA'S SPIRIT BAKI OMFG

Chapter 286

I'm sorry for mocking you Doppo I'm literally going 8| now too

NOTHING IS A MATTER OF SPEECH IN THIS MANGA ARHST

HE'S SO THICK BUT NOT HIS ASS JUST HIS WHOLE BODY 😳

IYDIRSIRSITS THAT FUCKING FACE IM SO OBSESSED

Im-fucking-pressive 😳

Okay someone gave a great analysis of Yujiro's physique, explaining he got the lighter bone structure from his mom, but still got the muscles from his dad. Yuichiro looks "fat" (he doesn't but dumb commentor) bc he got big ass bones, unlike Yujiro who just looks mad buff cuz his tinier skeleton

Chapter 287

Demon back? Nah nah he was a demon himself

Thick fella 🥵

I still love his chill expression lmao

Dude is just like -u-, king

Oh no

Chapter 288

Don't disappoint grandpappy Yuichiro Baki!!!

Yuichiro was the superior Hanma, wonder where tf Yujiro came so fucked up then :/

DFAGSATAJA LOVE TOKUGAWA'S TEMPERAMENT

Baki's dead

HE MADE HIM INTO A FUCKING NUNCHAKU?!

WHAJSJSD YEAH JUST A LIL BIT

SOMEONE CALLED OUT VIÊT ON HIS RACISM, A HERO 😳

Chapter 289

I was gonna say Yujiro has never wore shorts but it's not like it matters he wore a thong once

I wonder how painful being an human nunchaku must be

This hammer throwing extra cute ngl

PICKLE BABY JUST SITTING THERE STILL OUGH,,, 🥺

And Tokugawa but he's a dying man he don't care

Chapter 290

Bruh bout to finish this book 😰

Bridal dress /j

I'M SORRY ARE NUNCHAKUS USED FOR ANYTHING BUT WEAPONS?

Oh i thought Doppo had left too, what a homie

Baki's dead :/

Chapter 291

GAHAHAGAADS

Holy fuck even pickle got worried

He IS kinda nice,,,

You know what to have a resistance that strong i would be envious too so it's fair

Baki's (not!) dead ☺️

TRUST?! ITAGAKI YOU OK????

Chapter 292

DEADASS THIS IS A PUBLIC EXECUTION

HOOOOOO INDEED

KHXURAYEA "fly 😐"

YUJIRO HE'S 13

Itdsursursursyes

OHHH? 👁️👁️

Chapter 293

YOOOOOOO that's cool

AW THAT IS MAD CUTE WITH THE KATANA AND ALL 🥺

HOHOHO

GET HIS ASS BAKI

Chapter 294

OHHH THIS IS LOVELY LOOK AT THE 5 IN THE NEW STYLE... Sikorsky looks awful :/

I really didn't know Yujiro was bored of being so strong, i assumed he just enjoyed killing so he was happy with it

OH SHUT UP YOU ASSHOLE

Yuji-chan sterile wooo! <3

Chapter 295

Never thought i would see the day where Yujiro suffered from his balls breaking

I really don't get Doppo's reactions like king between the fact you express your emotions like shit and the fact you get along with both Hanma's, i don't know who's his cheering for

UTSURAYSR SOMEONE IN THE COMMENTS SAYING YUJIRO IS ACTING LIKE BAKI... TRUE!

Someone also mention they lost count how many times Doppo flipped his cap like, same

Chapter 296

Yujiro, what are you doing now eh?

YO

WONDERING THE SAME LMAO

HEEEEEEHEHE

Ough 😔💔

Chapter 297

You think so pappy Hanna?

This is a long ass fight but it's enjoyable

You should have fought Pickle maybe (/j i know he would've won)

Thanks for showing us the sperms, very cool

Hehe <3

A WOMAN?!

KOZUE?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE NEVER COMING BACK

I don't like her development i won't lie, Itagaki did my girl dirty

Chapter 298

Kozue i love you but anybody interrupting a fight pisses me off, Baki got hit when he got between Oliva and Jun, Pickle in thus fight, and I'm not saying you should get HIT but like :/ y'know?

LOOK AT THEM AFJAGSSJAT

YOOO LIKE MY MAN RETSU USED TO DO AUGH 🥺

Chapter 299

They just using their privilege to see the fight better smh :/

Yuji-chan please

Yujiro is so oddly nice to Kozue lmao

KOZUE YOU ARE SO DUMB PLS

She should definitely be a fighter tho <3 Kozue fighting too would be SO 👏 GOOD 👏

Chapter 300

KOZUE YOU KNOW THAT ALREADY FFS LET THEM BE!!!

YESSS THE SPINNING LOTUS LET'S GOOO ONE IF MY FAV TECHNIQUES

LAHAAOSHAHCSKAFAK

Chapter 301

I love how he untightened his legs

THEY ARE JUST CHILLING

😰

It really is, Yuji-chan

GOD THE GODDAMN HEAD CLAP

Baki's dead

Chapter 302

Forth time he has done it, right? Maybe even fifth... I should make a compilation

Okay this is insane HQ this looks so 3D it's scary

OH HEY HANA... CAME TO SEE YOUR BESTIE DIE?

Hwushajsgwb someone didn't recognize Emi and thought Baki had turned into a woman all of the sudden 😭 clap so hard mf transitioned entire JAGSKAGSJS

Chapter 303

Tf is a "tool"? 🤨

I wish Yujiro tied his hair again it's been far too long :/

AEPUFITDURV OUCHHH 🥺😭💔

That anatomy lmao

Shiba getting so anxious lmao

"bloodline curse" is a good way to call it, i like it

Chapter 304

Such beautiful coordination

I love how Shibukawa hasn't shown up at all, old man doesn't care bout this shit KAGAKAGSJSGSHA

Thank god I'm NB, wouldn't want to do all this shit in order to be a real man :/ /j

Who's this old man?

HELLO?

Chapter 305

A WOMAN NOW TOO?

Stop praying for him he's already powerful enough!!!!

And no one other than his son!

I love how they actually got to the front lmao

Tumblr is ready to kick me in the nuts, so to avoid that, regulatory second post of this dumb liveblog! Let's go-

Chapter 211

Oh that's an insane coincidence

I'm gonna lose my fucking shit

Yujiro's fucked up anatomy is so fucking funny

He's just built different y'all let him be :/

I like how he's talking alone

Chapter 212

Erect 😳 (sorry I'm 5)

It's been so long since i saw someone open a bottle normally lol

Hehe hairy. Reminds me of Garland in a way, i miss him.

God i would fucking die out of embarrassment if i was on Retsu's place 😐

4001 🥺

Utterly obsessed with mfs being able to recognize the real ppl in this manga lmao

Chapter 213

I don't know if that's a real proverb but if Retsu says it I'll buy it

GOD I LOVE THIS MAN AUGH

Get his ass Retsu 😍

Chapter 214

What is a "rule"? 🤨

I keep forgetting he's missing a leg, están todos mochos estos protagonistas

Retsu be looking like a wet puppy all of the sudden mf went 🥺

Haha i wish i could squish an arm like that ☺️

This is so damn boxing like YESSS this is how every boxing movie goes so true!!! 😍

Which makes the dramatism funny bc we know Retsu can kill

OYDIRAITWOUROYE

Someone in the comments mentioned how if feels like reading with friends and honestly that's so true 🥰

Chapter 215

I love how he has some fans already

RIGHT THESE MFS FIGHT FOR NO ONE AND FOR NOTHING JUST FOR HONOR

Yeah no if a guy like that appeared irl i too would cheer for him

Retsu is having a crisis did he really not know this was all a farse? Like dude, c'mon.

Retsu got up in this ring ready to kill lmao

IYSITITSTSIIT nahhh i trust Retsu ~

"so hairy... but so elegant."

I just realized i got the song inexplicable stuck in my head bc that was the name of the chapter lol

Chapter 216

God i love Retsu so much i have so much hope placed on him

I think Retsu has one of the best character developments in this entire franchise (at least judging by so far)

YESSSSSS KINGGG 😍😍😍

Chapter 217

God i was looking like 👁️👁️ until i realized that was a mouthguard

I just came from the hospital and I'm a bit out of the loop lol

King shit i think I'm super out of it but that was badass i think

Jgzuggdlityfoh the drivers face 😭

I wonder what he will do with 2 million dollars tho

Chapter 218

Bruh his hair got cut by thin air

Did his hair get longer?

Baki really became a "well done, son!" guy

This conversation feels so fucking weird

Oh no one understands shit in the comments either, fair

Chapter 219

Yujiro legitimately surprised by kindness 😧

HE'S SO LEGITIMATELY SURPRISED, i mean considering how Baki had been since he's 13 it makes sense

I'm losing my fucking mind, yujiro i love you but i hate you

I like how most think this Yujiro is fake, i think he isn't <3

Someone called Yujiro autistic and i can't tell if they mean it literally or as an insult, like he IS a very picky guy who always wears the same clothes and has a mad low empathy... Murder is his special interest 🥰 /j

Chapter 220

I honestly feel happy for Baki, he's so euphoric over his dad hanging out with him lmao

I miss Kureha's bangs :/

Tokugawa please stop killing urself

Obsessed this man will literally die, unironically wondering why Itagaki would do that

Mfs speaking shit of Retsu's boxer arc... Stfu it's so fun :/

Chapter 221

Isn't 36 a big number for a boxer?

I really wonder what Retsu wants the money for, dude doesn't live a wild life, he doesn't often drink, he doesn't fuck, he doesn't do drugs...

KWHWKDHSUS THE FIRST TIME SOMEONE ACKNOWLEDGES THESE MEN'S GAY ASSES

ALI SR!?

Kinda sweet how he's doing this for Baki i guess

There is a guy defending Retsu with teeth and nail n like all true bestie <3

Chapter 222

Tf is that foot? Who owns it?

OOOOH SHIBA!!! MY BELOVED 🥺

Shiba against Baki?! Iit surely can't be, he must just be taking him to Hanayama, right?

TF SHIBA? YOU KNOW NOT EVEN YOUR BOSS CAN WIN AGAINST HIM!

GET HIS ASS RETSU PLEASE

Chapter 223

We are all wondering the same, Baki <:/

Yeah it is kinda badass

Shiba please, at least Baki won't kill him so it's ok but STILL BRO PLS-

Rip Retsu 😔💔

Chapter 224

Slender?! Bro this mf mad buff

I'm so obsessed with this like Shiba didn't show up in how many chapters then randomly decides to fight Baki. Also, Hanayama is gonna die of cirrhosis :/

WITH OPEN HAND TO THE CHIN...

Chapter 225

I wonder how this will affect Shiba

Crying and shaking Retsu get up 😭

Retsu i love your monologue and analysis but you are sort of in a fight?

Holy fuck Retsu is tripping balls

Chapter 226

Shiba please

>:<

OHDIRSISTDOYHD BAKI JUST WANTS TO CHILL PLEASEEE

FUCKING BITCH SLAPPED

A gentler devil... I like that

IYDOYDITSUSITURSDUT

On god is this how Yujiro feels? Thought tbf Yujiro used to make ppl hate him on purpose ;/

Chapter 227

"i will teach you something" *breaks your jaw*

Obsessed with who i assume is young Kaku btw

SPIN?

Chapter 228

Dude the shoes :/

Aw he's so nice ☺️

"that last panel looking like he bout to drop some beats but knowing the situation he's going to ve dropping a body"

Chapter 229

Poor coach lmao

He DID move lol

OBSESSED HE'S SPINNING ON HIS PEG LEG 😭

Retsu don't lose 😢

Chapter 230

"what did he get???" OUFOOYDOTSUEAIRW 😭😭😭

Shiba... Baby, you will die.

I love how nicely he's taking it lmao

This is LITERALLY Katsumi vs Doyle

SOMEONE ELSE MENTIONED IT LMAO

Anyways good luck on Shiba and wanting to taste defeat

Reality is my phone reset on its own and i lost the last 4 chapters but that's fine, i need to take a nap anyway