#they just had a brief tickle fight btw

[sentinel-prime-after-dark]

My pain got me thinkin’ about TFO Optimus being a sweet, innocent virgin and- oh nooo, my fingers slipped and soft OpLita sexual tension came out, I guess I gotta finish it now~

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Helloooooooooo! Can I request lee!Itadori and ler!Gojo? Perhaps poor poor yuuuji is having a bad day and Gojo just has to cheer him up cuz he is his dear dear student??

Thank youuuuu^^ (Your fics are AWESOME btw)

Oo, I love this!!! I haven't written enough JJK here on my blog! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D (Thank you so much! I appreciate it!)

It was a strange day when the team’s sunshine was down and out.

Yuji Itadori- a walking ball of energetic sunshine- was uncharacteristically quiet. He didn’t talk much, only answering questions with simple replies, and his few rare smiles were ghostly and heavy.

“Did something happen?” Gojo asked as the day went on, growing increasingly worried for his student. He figured he woke up on the wrong side of the bed and would bounce back after breakfast, but he only seemed to wilt further as the day went on.

“I don’t know- I tried everything I could think of to get him happy again, but nothing worked.” Nobara shook her head in defeat, folding her arms in thought. “Maybe he got bad news?”

“Not likely- it would have to go through me before it goes to him.” Gojo hummed. “Got his heart broken?”

“Hasn’t been on any recent dates. Anniversary of his grandfather’s death?”

“Nope- that was a few months ago.” Gojo tilted his head, tapping his chin. “Did he get into a fight with Megumi?”

“Who’d I fight?” Said boy asked as he walked up. After a quick briefing, he was just as confused. “Maybe he’s just having a bad day. We all get those once and awhile.”

“Yeah but…it’s weird, seeing him so down.” Nobara tightened her arms around herself, brows furrowing. “If I knew what was wrong, I could fix it.”

“I don’t think there’s a straw doll technique that could.” Megumi shrugged, earning a light glare from the girl. Gojo on the other hand looked suddenly thoughtful.

“Maybe not a curse technique, but…” He grinned. “I think I know what to do.”

~~~

Yuji was laying in his bed when Gojo appeared, halfheartedly reading a volume of Chainsaw Man. His headphones were in, soft music blocking out the world around him. To anyone else, it’d be a clear sign he wanted to be left alone.

For Gojo however, it was an invitation to strike.

Putting his skills to work, he placed himself on Yuji’s bed, hovering over the younger sorcerer with an easy grin. Then he leaned in so his nose was hovering over the manga, waiting for Yuji to notice him.

The younger boy let out a low sigh as he went to turn the page, eyes flicking upward at Gojo. Silence. Then-

“AH!” Yuji squawked, manga tumbling out of hand and headphones flying off his ears as he scooted back on the bed, staring at his teacher. “G-Gojo sensei! What- how- when-”

“Who, where, why?” Gojo finished, closing the discarded manga and tossing it on the nearby table. “That’s what I’d like to know. First of all: How are you?”

“I uh…” Yuji’s shock faded some, that sad look from earlier returning. “I’m fine. Just…”

“Moping in your room, reading manga and pretending the world doesn’t exist?” Gojo asked, pushing Yuji down by his shoulder. “Relatable, but we can’t have that now, can we?”

“G-Gojo-sensei? What are you-” Yuji began, lips flattening and eyes widening when a finger wiggled into his armpit. He squeezed his arm tightly against his torso, trying to block out the invasive finger. “N-No! No do-don’t!”

“Oh? Why not?” Gojo teased, motivated by the wobbly smile on Yuji’s lips. He added a second finger, a third, and before long he had pushed his entire hand into Yuji’s armpit, clawing gently and earning even more struggles from the other. “Is someone ticklish?”

“Yo-You alreahahdy know thahahhat!” Yuji tried to argue, giggles pushing past his lips as he squirmed. This was NOT how he planned on spending the rest of his “Mope hours”! “Goohohohohjo, wahahahhait!”

“No way- you’re still sad! I won’t stop until you’re happy again!” Gojo shot his other hand into Yuji’s pit, earning an arch and a squeal. With that, he was laughing, twisting about on the bed as he tried getting away from Gojo’s tickly fingers. “Come on, let me see you smiling!”

“Nohoohohohoho! I wahahhahant to mohohohohohope!” He cried, cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut with mirth. “Lehehehhehet me behehehehehehehhee!”

Gojo’s response was to drop a hand to his belly, drilling into the center and making Yuji shriek. He went to shove his hand away, but that only opened his armpits up further for more tickling. ‘Coohohohohohohome ohohohohohon, this ihihihiihihisn’t fahhahahahhahair!”

“All is fair in a tickle war!” Gojo chimed, stretching his fingers back further so he could prod the back of Yuji’s ribs, earning a snort. “Gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“AHEHAHHAHAHA! FIIHIHIHINE, FIIHHIIHIHNE!”

“Promise?”

“YEEHEHHEHEHS!”

“Reeaaallly promise?’

“GOHOHOOHOHJO!”

“....You sure?”

“I PROHOOHOMIHIHIHISE NOW STAHHAHAHAP!” Yuji cried, gasping for air when the tickling came to an end. “Ehehehehe..hehehehhe…yohohohoohu’re ehehhehevil!”

“Mmhmm! The evilest sensei you’ve ever had!” Gojo skittered his fingers over Yuji’s belly before climbing off him, flopping at the end of the bed with a grin. “So, what’s going on, sunshine?”

“Ehehe!” Yuji spasmed, giggling. With a wave, he sat up , crossing his legs as he caught his breath. “Heh…I’m fine, really.” At Gojo’s raised brow, Yuji pushed on. “No, for real. I just…I had a rough night.”

“Nightmare?” Gojo asked, watching Yuji nod. “Wanna talk about it?”

“....No, not really.” Yuji shook his head, looking up with a small but genuine smile. “I’m feeling better- I don’t want to go back to that right now.”

“Fair enough.” Gojo nodded, reaching out and patting Yuji’s leg. “If you ever need to talk though- you know where I am.”

“Thanks, Gojo.” Yuji’s smile grew, as did Gojo’s.

“Anytime. Hey- let’s go get food with the gang. My treat.” Gojo stood, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “I heard there’s this new place that opened up; they sell gyoza. Hungry?”

Almost on cue, Yuji’s stomach growled, making them laugh. “Yeah, sounds good.”

Thanks for reading!

[ac1dl4v3]

numinous nevertheless. who . . dom!sanji x male!bartender length . . 1.3k words! warnings . . mature/smut, a drabble, written in third person, male bartender is of color and given some name, oral, degradation, rough handling, power bottom oc, kinda public indecency, and some french....

extra disclaimers!! the ending prolly gon piss you off cus i got tired gn, so prepare yourself for the fall.. (i'm so sorry💀) btw, the inspo for this is a real line oda made sanji say. “you’re welcome to choke on my foot.”

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After a petty scuffle with a certain bar tender after hours, Sanji gets so irritated that, while holding the man close by his tie, he says, “If you still got a problem with me you’re welcome to choke on my dick, bastard.” You wouldn't expect the bartender to grin, would you? Sanji didn't either, to be honest, but he thinks to himself, 'If that's what this weirdo is into I guess I don't have any reason to stop him.'

The man chuckles with the scent of peppermint and matcha tea tickling Sanji’s chin. Since he's being tugged forward so harshly, it's hard not to notice his aroma. "Is that a request or a challenge, frenchman?" A teasing, suggestive, flirty, and dare one say hilariously shaky tone matches his query too well; Sanji can't help but to throw caution to the wind. If someone has to teach this guy how to respect a man such as himself, he fits just the description. Maybe the barman can consider the lesson as payment for the damages done to his establishment not too long ago (via a fight which sanji had to break up to protect the sacred women in the vicinity).

In any case, Sanji isn't necessarily one for patience. Especially since his crew (just zoro) must be looking everywhere for him at this point, now that the sun has begun to set...

Plus, the exchange of ongoing eye contact was beginning to gross him out. For shits sake the man looked like a hopeless, love-sick loser with the way his smile only widened at the thought of sucking sanji off in his empty bar against a setting sky. baby is truly living the dream.

"You really don't have any shame, do you?" Such a disappointed, disgusted tone would trigger the average person to become defensive, claiming how he can't be the one to criticize with the way he bleeds out at the simple thought of a woman. However, sanji doesn't even care for a response, truthfully, it was rhetorical because the answer is obvious. Which is why he chooses the proactive route and steps over any incoming retorts to his question. "Get on your knees."

Wrapping one long, black silk pant-covered leg carefully around his puppy's waist, Sanji delivers two hot-tempered kicks to the back of his knees. Thus, making the bartender buckle in place and kneel, as demanded. "Let’s see how you manage first. Then, you can tell me if you think this is a 'request or a challenge', glass cleaner."

The lowered man's hands then ran across Sanji’s waist, willingly submitting to the chef's words as he slid his belt out of the pant loops with haste. All the while his eyes never left Sanji’s, which were peering down at him somewhat annoyed, for some reason, as he lit a new blunt sitting at the edge of his lips. By the first inhale of lavender and mint, Sanji’s being pulled out of his briefs and handled with two tight fists as if it's quintessential for the chef to be in this scenario. The problematic bar tender, whom doesn't even have a name to anyone's knowledge, closes a fist around the head of Sanji’s dick, tightening it slowly to see how much pressure would get the reaction he's so desperate to see. "Don’t be stubborn, be a little noisy or I might get bored.. or do i have to drag it out of you?"

A stupid question, but who could stop the poor guy for trying. If it's noise he wants he shouldn't expect moans or pleas or praise from Sanji. With the way his ring adorned fingers are being tangled in the springy brown curls below, anyone with sense can enable some foresight as to why he's beginning to grip the fist full of hair so tight. With a quick pull and shove, Sanji’s dick is jabbing at the warm corners of the brunette's slippery throat.

"Sacré bleu. Just shut up, already." Sanji’s fist doesn't ease up, even while his legs are being gripped and shallow nose exhales fail to release properly against his abdomen. He insists it's not yet time for the barman to flap his talkative lips. "And watch the teeth, damn it. I’m not running a meat eating contest."

Sounds of sloppy lapping and gags bounce from the still silence of the bar as Sanji leans back against a nearby tabletop, humming in satisfaction at the change of pace. In spite of his climbing arousal and the alarming amount of saliva spinning around his dick, he finds enough consideration for Mr.talks-alot's position and slowly pulls him off. Feeling his dick spring in release against the cool air, Sanji watches with disinterest as the man coughs "dramatically" and wipes his face displaying some level of amazement and shame.

"Goddamn.." his voice is stable and offended, yet his expression admits he's still curious about the limits of Sanji’s patience and frustration. I mean, he did care enough to give the man a break. 'He must be warming up to me.'

On the contrary; honestly, he's beginning to grow bored. "Oh, good, you're breathing." Sanji says with sarcastic enthusiasm. While inhaling another cloud of his half depleted blunt, he raises a swirled brow and gestures to his erection, awaiting its greeting without having to use his hands once again.

This time around, the bartender descends with a quick introduction, once again testing his weight on a thin sheet of ice. "By the way," he mumbled, knowingly irking the under-stimulated male above him. "You can call me asani." A name which Sanji isn't very likely to remember, but poor Asani doesn't know much about the cook other than his temperament and his size. He continues to press his folded, wet lips around Sanji’s rosy tip, rolling his head in circular seats between teasing laps and kisses, but he's only reaching half of the cook, and that'll never be enough. As he notices Sanji’s punitive hand reaching for his head for a second time, Asani sinks his cheeks in tighter and suffocates the soft, swollen skin. Light pink petunia hues gloss beneath clear bubbles of slobber with each inch he progresses over, swallowing the size of the judgmental man with hope filling his chest as much as his cheeks.

Before long, Sanji’s leaning his head back, eyebrows furrowed, eyelids closed, and lips sealed tightly. An expression of concentration which could easily be confused with frustration, or perhaps both, because even when Asani tried his best, Sanji knew he could do better. The average speed wasn't what he wanted, he wanted to be overwhelmed. He hoped to be given a challenge, have his knees wobble beneath him in front of a man whom he wouldn't kiss the hand of. He wanted to be forced to let go of asani's hair, have his hand slammed on the table behind him-- Sanji craved dominance.

Better said, perhaps, he craved Zoro.

With detectable irritation, Sanji sighs and puts away the remaining clip of his once enjoyable joint, tucking it away in his loose shirt pocket. "It’s fine." At this, Asani-- like a bemused puppy-- slowed his movements and looked up at Sanji. Hesitantly, he loosened his tongue's fixation on the throbbing vein stretching across the base of Sanji’s dick. "I’m wasting my time here." Sanji’s tone was instantly careless and detached as he began lighting his next blunt-- rosemary this time.

However, Asani wasn't in agreement with Sanji’s blatantly inconsiderate claim. He remained against the tiled floor with his fingers clutching the fabric pooling at Sanji’s ankles. Rather than assist him in fixing his appearance, he moved a palm to the back of Sanji’s hair printed thigh, letting his grip there make a point in explaining that he didn't feel the same. "If anything's being wasted it's your breath. Do you ever say anything interesting or are you just handsome for the attention?"

Sanji chuckles, unamused and peevish as he holds the rolled paper between his outstretched fingers, reaching down to pull up his briefs himself. Since Asani was proving to be a simple, bungling boy yet again. "I do both, glass cleaner," he claimed in a poorly attempted tone of calmness. "And I don't waste anything, but you might be worth tossing with how stupid you act."

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[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

The Assistant - Part 6**^

WARNINGS: SMUTS. Sexism, threats, it gets a little bit physical too and this can be triggering for some people!

BTW, the inspo for Harry in this series is literally Jack and it's so funny to me after watching DWD how these two could not be more opposite! CRUEL IRONY.

Series Masterlist is here

WK: 6.3k

Harry’s warm and toned body was completely encasing Y/N’s and she stirred a bit, as she normally did but his hold on her prohibited her movements as she tried to adjust a bit.

“You uncomfortable?” Harry asked. His deep and groggy morning voice rumbled through her entire body as his soft and warm lips brushed against her shoulder.

“No, just want to shift a little.” She said sleepily and he hummed and kissed her shoulder as he pulled his legs away from hers to allow her stretch out a bit. The room was still dark, so if she really tried she could fall asleep again with no regard for time. “What time is it?” She mumbled her question, her heavy eyes closed on her without any question. She felt him turn a bit to check.

“S’only 6.” He responded. His voice still in that delicious low and hoarse register as she scooted closer into him and then she froze bit when she realized that she had nestled her bottom right against his crotch and he was so impossibly hard for her already. 

She was just about to apologize but he tightened his hold on her waist and thrusted up against her bottom and she let out a shaky breath as she pushed her bum out to create more pressure as he ground lazily into her again and again. Their bodies started to heat up with the feeling of arousal flowing thick like a syrup through their veins and up to their brains. Even their breaths were heavy; they were long sighs, almost as if they were too lazy to actually moan out. Despite the urge to sleep Y/N’s urge to feel Harry’s skin against hers, so hot and smooth and kissable was far greater. She turned to face him and her lips melted against his own lazily and lethargically, but it was so sensual as their legs tangled together and they hugged each other impossibly closer. It made the fine little hairs over Harry’s entire body rise and as he returned her kiss he did it with just as much passion. Things progressed quite naturally when she pulled his body over hers, it felt easy, as if they had done this hundreds of times before.

Y/N hadn’t been with anyone in a long, long time and feeling Harry heavy and ready for her against her own center was starting to mess with her still half asleep mind. His careful lips kissed down her neck, slightly tickling her skin with his unruly curls and she extended her neck as much as possible to make more space for him. Harry wouldn’t do it, but he was desperate to suck his mark into her unblemished skin just to ward off any wandering eyes. His thumbs were rubbing circles against the exposed part of her hips where the shirt she’d borrowed from him had ridden up as they squirmed around in the bed and how he longed to kiss her there too. Down her whole body actually. He didn’t ask as he started pulling up her shirt and she didn’t fight him on it. She arched her back to help him get it off of her and immediately his kisses started moving down the valley of her breasts. Her pussy was pulsing steadily, that was actually the most awake part of her, and surely the center of the briefs she’d borrowed from him were slick with her arousal. That certainly increased her need for him when he traced his lips over her hardened nippled before licking at the bud and then parting his mouth to suck her whole areola into his mouth. He sucked gently but fervently, occasionally using his teeth to keep things exciting. He loved to hear her breaths catching every now and again and then he moved to the other breast, giving it an equal amount of love before he made his way down her torso.

“Harry.” She panted and he hummed in acknowledgement as he parted her legs to make more space for his body as he started to kiss lower, “Please.” She whispered as he kissed along the elastic band of his briefs. 

Y/N knew exactly what she was pleading for, but she was too shy to say it the way he had the night before. She’d never received any oral sex and the way he had talked about it last night made it sound enticing and otherworldly. If it would feel anything like his kisses then she’s sure she would love it. She was nervous, but she was also more than willing to have him do it to her. She wasn’t sure what to expect from it, but she just wanted him to blow her out of the water. Her hips involuntarily bucked up as his big, warm hands slowly rubbed against her inner thighs. Then his lips were there, sucking and nibbling lazily and it was making her feel impatient.

“Please.” She whispered hoarsely once again.

“What do you need, Y/N?” He asked her and she bit her lip, feeling a bit anxious before speaking.

“Do what you said last night, please.” She muttered and he smiled up at her.

“Hmmm, such a good girl with such excellent manners asking for such a naughty thing? Want to get fucked by my tongue?” He asked before he kissed over her mound as she let out a breathy moan and nodded. 

Y/N’s entire body seemed to pulse with arousal, her heartbeat was quite literally in her pussy and he knew that if he sunk his tongue into her now he’d be able to feel her little hole and her walls contracting rhythmically around him. It was driving him insane and he wasn’t going to push her any further, he just put his fingers into the waistband and started to tug down and she raised her hips to let him get the material off of her legs. Harry wasted no time as he just tossed the navy blue briefs back somewhere and pushed her knees apart, there still wasn’t all that much light from outside yet but it was enough that he could certainly make out enough of her swollen little cunt. Her hair was trimmed down really neatly and he really liked that because he could properly see the shape of her. He quite literally salivated in anticipation. Just that little taste from his fingers last night was enough to make him want more. Her taste was light, mild, and barely sweet, it was reminiscent of a fruit just shy of its ripening. He was so excited to be the first person to give her this experience and she seemed eager for it to happen as well as her breath hitched as he kissed down her mons, then her labia, and finally where her arousal was pooling. He felt her thighs tense beneath his hands as he nuzzled his mouth against her before he rolled his tongue out flat and licked up the entirety of her pussy, the very tip of his tongue barely grazing her clit, effectively stimulating it enough to get her body excited, but not giving it enough to start to build her up. He did this a few times before he started to properly kiss and suck at her folds so nicely. Teasing the most sensitive bits and then moving on to other parts. The entire experience was beyond erotic, especially because she could tell that he was enjoying this too, probably not as much as she was, but it was no chore for Harry to make out with her pussy as she tugged his hair and tried to coax him up to her clit. 

“Harry, baby…” she whined, her clit was throbbing in anticipation since he kept passing over it.

“Just a little more. Wait a little more.” He mumbled against her sticky and hot folds and she gasped out with a smile on her face as she felt his tongue thrust right into her. She was so desperate to feel anything inside of her from how wound up he had her that she bucked against his face and Harry smiled as she fucked herself on his tongue. He loved feeling her pull him in by the curls on his head as he moved his head from side to side. She was most sensitive right at the entrance and Harry was loving that his chin was all sticky with her arousal.

“Oh my god!” She whined as she ground against him faster and that’s when he slid up to her clit and started switching between quick little flicks of his tongue to gentle sucks until she was about to come. 

Next, he slicked his fingers up with her own wetness and rubbed them at her entrance before he slid in his middle finger and pet at her walls as he worked it in to the knuckle and then he rotated his wrist and he started to prod against a part of her that she was so sad she didn’t know existed until now. Her grip on his hair tightened and her head sunk harder into the pillow as her back started to arch. Harry’s moans were causing a vibration to shake her to her depths, to that spot his finger was working. Her entire body started to become overwhelmed with a delicious and incessant warmth and tingle. Every time he pushed into that spot, his spot, it sent currents of pleasure through her entire body and she moaned his name and it made him go harder and faster and then he just started to suck on her clit until her legs and stomach were trembling from how tense they were. She was having trouble breathing deep and her grip only tightened further into his hair as her back stayed arched and then the bubble burst and the pleasure started to boil through her entire body. She couldn’t do anything but moan and mewl in pleasure as her vision went blotchy with colors as she stared at the ceiling, eyes slightly crossing before they squeezed shut. He didn’t stop when she was done but he did ease up, working her through the entirety of her orgasm, slowing down with her, letting her float down gently on a big fluffy cloud from it. Her heart was still hammering in her chest when he finally came to a stop. And even then he tenderly kissed at her inner thighs and rubbed at them before he started to kiss up her body again until their lips met again in a deep and lazy kiss. He was so hard and as much as she felt she should be wrecked after what he’d just done, it just made her want him even more.

“Fuck, that was so good.” She mumbled between kisses. Genuinely, the best 15 minutes of her life.

“Good.” He smiled against her lips, “Glad you liked it, baby.” He whispered before he delved his tongue into her mouth and she could taste herself on him, why was that such a huge fucking turn on? He pulled back for a moment, “Taste so good. Could go down on you forever if you’d let me.” He said and then kissed her deeply again. Her hands busied themselves with running down his back and then pressing him down against her center and he moaned into her mouth.

"I need to feel you inside.” She whispered against his lips. He groaned and ground down into her center, making her whine out at the sensitivity she still felt.

“Are you sure?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, please.”

“OK, let me…let me get a condom.” He stammered a bit and she nodded with a smile. He kissed her lips briefly before hurrying off of the bed and into the ensuite. She heard him groan as he flicked on the lights to see better and after a few moments they were in darkness again, though the sky was lightened up more now and everything around them was cool toned, but Harry looked god-like in any light. He hurried back, now completely nude as she was and he climbed back on the bed and she giggled as she watched his erection stiffly bobbing about with the momentum of his movements, “What?” He asked and she shook her head.

“Nothing, it’s just the way your…penis was…never mind.” She said with embarrassment and he chuckled and playfully rolled his eyes at her, which made her giggle again. He felt really nervous for some reason, almost as nervous as he was his first time. Now, he knew what he was doing unlike back then, but she was just something special and he wanted her to know that with everything he did. With how he spoke to her, how he treated her, how he touched her, how he kissed her, even how he pleasured her. He wanted it to be crystal clear to her that she mattered to him. His hands were a bit shaky as he tried to tear open the condom and she watched him try and fail a few times before she sat up placed her hand over his and he looked into her eyes. There was just a tenderness in her eyes that made his heart beat out of time.

“Want me to do it?” She asked softly and he just handed over the little packet to her and she very easily tore it open and handed the latex to him and he more calmly rolled it over the length of his erection. Y/N laid back down into the pillows and he took just a moment to look over her face and her body. It made her feel a little bit nervous until he hovered over her and kissed her lips tenderly.

“You’re absolute perfection.” He spoke against her mouth with a small grin and her heart started to flutter violently in her chest. She wasn’t sure how she was still alive after the feeling in her chest, but she was more than happy that she had survived and that she was here with Harry. He started to grind his hips down, his hard cock slipping through her folds deliciously. She was growing impatient and opened her legs farther apart for him. He looked down between them, lining himself up with her, “I remember you said it’s been a while, so if you need me to slow down or stop or-”

“Yes, I’ll tell you.” She interrupted him with a smile. She was just so eager. She’d never really had such a strong desire to be with anyone since James, until him. There was a moment of suspended silence between them and it was only then that they realized that it was raining outside and somehow that made the mood far more intimate and cozy. He looked into her eyes once more and she offered a small smile and with that he pushed his hips forward, feeling the pressure start to swallow up the tip of his cock. Y/N eyebrows creased and a small squeak left her throat and he stopped trying to push in despite his body just begging him to keep going, it was so fucking tight and warm inside of her, he had to take a few deep breaths on his own to keep calm.

“Hey, look at me, baby. Please look at me.” He requested and her eyes met his again and he smiled softly, “Relax for me, baby.” He spoke softly and she let out a shaky breath and nodded, allowing him to keep pushing in and despite the slight sting and discomfort she felt as her body adjusted to his size. Finally he bottomed out and she kissed his lips as he stayed still in her as he gave her a second to get better adjusted.

“Move please.” She whispered after a minute or so and he drew his hips back, making her wince softly and when he thrust back inside his tip kissed that spot where his finger had reached earlier and she let out a whimper. Harry moaned as his heavy balls twhacked against her skin and the tip of his cock nudged into her g-spot, he held himself there and ground his hips into her and they both gasped in unison at the sensation. His breathing was coming out in heavy pants as he continued to thrust and grind himself into the depths of her. 

Y/N was feeling so overwhelmed, she didn’t even know where to grab him for support, she just needed to touch him and kiss him and breathe in his exhales to remind herself that this was very much real. After she’d adjusted enough to his movement she whispered for him to go at his own pace and he started going a little bit harder and god, was that the right call to make. She could hardly keep quiet now, her moans of pleasure and praise for him just flowed from her mouth and he was loving how vocal she was being for him. He too, let his own moans and groans come out between them, the perfect harmony to her own melodious sounds. He was going wild and he gave a really hard and sharp thrust that made her gasp in pleasure as she opened right up for him and his tip collided with her cervix, her eyes flew open and met his. She looked completely wrecked and gone for him, it made him push in deeper, their eye contact not wavering as they panted against each other. She moaned loudly when she felt his fingers sneak between them to rub at her as his cock ground into the deepest part of her. It was a dull pain accompanied by a wholesome feeling of fullness that she had never experienced.

“Yes, Harry!” She whimpered as her eyes screwed shut again, “Please don’t stop, baby!” She cried out and in that moment he never wanted this first time with her to end. He started pulsing his thrust just the lightest all while he ground his hips into her all while his fingers continued to rub at her clit. He could feel her hot and wet walls started to tightened even more around him and then release. It was doing indescribable things to him and all he wanted was to make her come and then fill her up with his own cum.

“Getting close, baby?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yes! It feels so good!” She whimpered and he smiled with satisfaction.

“Yes, it does, Y/N. Feels so good to feel you like this.” He mumbled and her head rolled back as she moaned, “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Taking all of it so well.” He hummed and she moaned louder, his words were getting to her in ways she couldn’t describe, they were the cherry on top to the extravaganza he was currently performing on her. She was starting to feel like she was being stretched too thin as her toes curled and her hips bucked up following his movements.

“I’m… I’m going to come!” She squeaked and he groaned and started thrusting faster. The pleasure that had started deep within the pit of her belly had slowly but surely spread through her entire body and it was reaching its limit. 

“Come for me, baby. Please, give it to me.” He panted and just like that she was teetered off the edge and free falling into this temporary heaven. She moaned out his name as her nails raked down his back making him groan. But she couldn’t help it as she tried to claw her way back from the pleasure that was coursing through her body and making her breathing shallow and for the prettiest shapes and colors to burst behind her closed eyes. She was buzzing in ecstasy as she started to come down but he kept going, grunting with every thrust that brought him closer and closer to his own orgasm. And she whimpered his name and whispered her praises to him tiredly to encourage him as he started to peak. He kissed her hard and then he started to come. His mouth dropped open against hers as his forehead pressed against hers, a soft, airy groan came from throat as he started to fill up the condom he had on.

Once the bigger feelings subsided he kissed her so passionately despite his need to breathe. This whole thing had been so extraordinary and perfect and she hugged him tight and he buried his face into her neck where he carefully kissed and nipped at her skin until she was giggling from the tickles of it and he smiled against her warm and soft skin.

“Gonna go toss the condom, OK?” He warned her before he pulled out of her. After a few moments he was back and cuddling into her again. He loved to feel her arms draped over his big, broad shoulders. He relished in the feeling of her lips sponging kisses all over his head and forehead. There was enough light outside now despite the overcast skies and it was nearing 7:30 now and he knew this meant that their time together was almost over for today and while he was bummed about that, she was thinking about his trip to England next week.

“Y/N.” He spoked softly before pushing himself up to look down at her pretty face, “I know what…what goes on with all of the executives and their assistants and I don’t want you to think that for me it’s just a sex thing with you.” He said and she bit her lip, “I mean, maybe you don’t always notice, but I’m constantly turned on around you but I can’t help it! Like I try not to…” he chuckled and she giggled as well, “And I’m not some sex fiend or anything, you’re just everything I’ve ever wanted and I get really excited about it.” He said more softly and she smiled, “What?” He asked as she just looked at him and she bit her lip nervously before speaking.

“Ummm, I feel that way about you too, Harry. I know a lot of the other girls sleep with them for extra perks or in the hopes that they’ll end up in a better circumstance. But it’s not like that for me with you. It feels like…”

“More.” He said and she nodded, “Well that’s a relief.” He responded as he looked over her face, he just took in how absolutely breathtaking she was for a second, “God, I was just a kid the last time I felt this crazy about someone else.” He said, “Can’t ever get you off my mind.” He confessed as his hands caressed the dip of her waist, “I don’t even try anymore.” He added with the most timid smile and she just surged forward to connect their lips and he hummed as their kiss grew more sensual, “What time do you have to be home?” He asked against her lips and she grinned.

“Why?” She asked.

“Because in about ten minutes I’m going to be ready to go again.” He said and kissed her hard “And again.” He repeated and kissed her once more, “And again.” He added one final time for emphasis and she giggled.

“Well, I’m usually asked to be back for lunch, but you’ll need to take me to Lisa’s so she can drop me off, my grandparents know her car.” She said and he huffed.

“I wish you didn’t have to go.” He whinged. 

“I don’t want to go.” She frowned in response as she combed back his curls and he dipped back down to kiss her and it was sooner than ten minutes before he was rushing off to grab another condom and sinking into her again. 

This time around it was a bit harder and faster since they needed to get her going. She had a quick shower while he sorted out the bed and then he was having his own shower while she called Lisa and asked her if she could drop her off which she agreed to but Y/N had to tell her everything, which she obviously agreed to. Once they were dressed they went off to grab breakfast, which Y/N insisted she paid for after everything Harry had done the day prior and it was around 10am when he was dropping her off at Lisa’s house. Thankfully, her parents were away for their anniversary weekend so no one was there to question why a man was dropping her off. They kissed over and over and over again until finally they parted with some hesitation since the next day would be Sunday and right now, in these early stages even a single day apart felt like torture. She waved Harry off as he pulled out of Lisa’s driveway and Lisa also waved from the door, she came out when she heard his car’s engine roar to life. 

“Boy, do I have a lot to tell you.” Y/N sighed as Lisa pulled her inside with an excited squeal.

***********

Sunday flew by and Monday finally came. Y/N knew that Harry liked how she looked regardless, but she put in just a little bit more effort. She felt pretty and light as she made his and her coffee first thing. She had just set it down on his desk when she felt someone’s eyes on her and she turned back quickly to see Harry leaning on the door frame grinning at her.

“Good morning, Miss Y/L/N.” He smirked and she grinned.

“Good morning, Mr. Styles. You seem really chipper today, had a good weekend I expect?” She asked and his smirk widened.

“Yes. It was cut a bit short from what I had originally hoped, but it was quite perfect.” He said and she felt the blood rushing to her face, “Now, if you don’t mind sparing five or ten minutes to discuss your work performance?” He said and she could see the playful glint in his eyes as she walked towards his office door.

“Mmmm, if this discussion means I’m getting in trouble I’d rather not.” She smiled and slipped past him and towards her desk but before she knew it his arms were wrapped round her torso and pulling her back into his office as she squeaked out in shock. Their weight on the door shut it completely and then his nose skimmed along hers.

“It’s quite the opposite. You’re doing well, too well.” He said and she grinned, “Also, I haven’t stopped thinking about kissing you since Saturday.” He said more softly.

“Me neither.” She whispered before he closed the gap between them. His kisses were teasing and sweet. It was driving her crazy that he wasn’t really going for it, but she knew it’d be hard to hold back if they got too carried away.

“Also, you look so beautiful, can hardly think straight.” He said as he stepped back to take her in and she looked at him timidly.

“Good, was hoping you’d like it.” She said softly and that made his stomach flip and his heart thump harder in his chest. 

“I do.” He assured her, “Unfortunately the other five minutes of our time do pertain to work.” He pouted, “My business trip itinerary is set to change. EMI will call today about adding in some meetings or something.”

“Oh alright, I’ll be sure to update that as soon as they call.

“Lovely.” He smiled, “Second is about us. How would you like to go about this?” He asked, “I don’t want to make assumptions or do anything that pressures you in any way. I just want to protect it and us and you and-” he was cut off as her lips pressed against his. He was so sickeningly sweet, she knew she was a good person, but she didn’t think she was good enough to the extent that she deserved someone like this as they parted with a wet little gasp she bit her lip.

“Sorry, don’t know how else to react when you say things that completely melt my heart.” She sighed, completely enamored by him and he grinned as his hands ran over the curve of her waist gently, “I feel the same. I don’t want to be in the office gossip-mill or to have people making assumptions about you or me while we are still working things out. So maybe for now we just keep it between us, continue acting normal and we’ll see how we feel later down the line.” She said, “I hope you understand why I want to keep this to ourselves for now.” She said and he smiled and nodded.

“Baby- er Miss Y/L/N,” he corrected himself with a grin and she smiled, “I completely understand. And it doesn’t offend me or upset me. It might be a little hard not to steal you away for sneaky kisses and to not make sweet romantic gestures towards you, but I’d rather that than ruin anything before we have a chance to see what we could become.” He said as his hands reached for hers and their fingers intertwined and she smiled.

“What we could become?” She asked and he hummed.

“Was thinking about this yesterday. I’d love to meet your grandparents at some point when I’m back from my trip, obviously if it’s alright with you.” He said and she smiled, “Don’t want you to have to fib about being with Lisa. Want them to know that you’re with me and that I’m gonna take good care of you and we can go out whenever we want. Want them to trust me.” He said.

“Yes, that could be arranged. Also, I’m not sure if they’ll be OK with all hours and sleepovers, but I think it would be nice to have them meet you and see how wonderful you are.” She agreed.

“Perfect, we can start making plans when I get back.” He smiled, “Now, I’ll let you get back to it. But first…” he said and turned his cheek towards her and she giggled, “Last one for old time’s sake.” She removed her hands from his and tip toed, supporting her weight by her hands that not lay on his chest and she planted her lips on his cheek and then he did the same and she was out of there.

Y/N loved this dynamic they had going on now. It was their little secret and they would do their best to act normal, but he’d steal glanced and make these eyes at her that made her stomach flutter with swarms and swarms of butterflies.

Wednesday had come too soon and Harry was leaving for home right after lunch so that his cab could pick him up and drop him off at the airport. It was extremely hard not to give him the goodbye that she wanted to and that he was craving, but a week would fly by in no time. 

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Just three more days, that’s all Y/N kept telling herself. She missed Harry, but she was really proud of herself and the way she had been handling everything and running his department in his absence. With him gone she realized that a lot of the time she needed his “help” it was because she was second guessing herself. It made her recall how he would always ask her, “Well, what did you have in mind?” Before offering any suggestions and he gave an alternate suggestion one time, but he tried to make her feel empowered and capable and it was such a breath of fresh air to meet a man who believed in her and who wasn’t intimidated by her eagerness to learn and grow more.

“If I fell in love with you would promise to be true and help me understand,” Y/N sang lowly as she read over some contracts for harry to sign. Sometimes the mail boys would just bring up a stack and they weren’t always for him to sign so she looked through them, “‘Cause I’ve been in love before and I found that love was more than just-”

“You sing pretty.” She heard and glanced up from her document to see Richard walking up towards her desk. Her face grew hot with a blush as she thanked him quietly.

“Is there something I can help you with?” She asked him.

“No, just checking in to see how you were managing without Styles around.” He said with a friendly smile, “Just wanted to know if there’s anything you needed help with.”

“Oh, that’s nice of you but I’m actually doing really well. Think Harry could leave for a month and I’d manage.” She joked and Richard’s eyebrows spiked up.

“Oh, that’s bold! So are you gunning for Harry’s job?” He asked with a smirk and she scoffed.

“I’m kidding,” she giggled, “Mr. Styles still knows plenty more than I do. But I do like working here, I would hope that eventually I can move up a bit.” She shared her ambitions with him, he had always been kind and trustworthy and he hadn’t been a prick about the little misunderstanding that happened a while back.

“Well you certainly are bright from what I hear, so maybe that is a possibility in your future.” He smiled brightly. “And while I am here, can you check in Styles’ office if he has the board meeting calendar in one of his drawers, I seem to have misplaced mine.” He asked and she nodded.

“Of course, give me a moment.” She said and keyed her way in and she did find it and stepped out to find Rich now leaning against her desk comfortably, “Found it.” She smiled and handed the sheet to him, keeping a reasonable space between them.

“Perfect, thank you. September 30th.” He said the next date lowly to himself, “I’m going to send Beth to take note of these so she can make me a new one.” He said and Y/N nodded.

“Yes, of course send her any time.” She smiled as she took the sheet back from him and she expected him to walk away, but he stayed put.

“You’ve been looking more beautiful than before, Y/N. I hope you don’t mind me saying so.” He smiled and she felt a little nervous now. She swallowed the lump in her throat before she responded.

“Ummm, thank you, Richard.” He shrugged at her response.

“It’s kind of hard not to notice it.” He said and it happened so fast, how he pulled her in by her arms, her chest was nearly flush with his as he spoke, “I don’t often entertain these playing-hard-to-get tactics, but I’m too interested in you to not bite.” He said and she frowned.

“Richard, I think that-”

“Don’t think I forgot about what happened before. You made me look really bad, Y/N and if you want to get anywhere other than kissing Styles’ ass at this label then you best start making amends with me.” He said and she pouted as she tried to pull back and he squeezed at her harder, to keep her in place and she frowned.

“You’re hurting me Richard.” She winced and he tutted.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. With me, you’ll learn to like things a little on the rougher side.” He mumbled near her ear and she felt her stomach flip as his lips skimmed down her jaw, “Please let me go.” She whispered shakily, moving her head from side to side and trying to pull her arms away from his, her nails reaching to scratch at his chest or something to get him to stop. She felt her eyes welling up with tears of disappointment and fear.

“What in the heavens is going on here?!” Judy’s voice suddenly pulled Richard from his actions and he let her go, her arms still hurt where he had dug his fingers against her.

“Just having a chat with Miss Y/L/N, Judy. What do you want?” He asked her in irritation.

“I need to speak with Miss Y/L/N about one of Mr. Styles’ clients.” She said and Richard looked down at her.

“Saved by the bell.” He said softly, “You already know, there’s only one way to get to where you want to be here. And if Styles is not gonna help you fuck your way to the top then you need to come to terms with the fact that it’s going to be me whose help you need, sweetheart.” He spat his words angrily near her ear, “If you even think of reporting this to anyone you will be out on your ass before you even know what’s going on.” He threatened. She tried to hold back the sob that was threatening to break through her as he excused himself and disappeared swiftly. Judy hurried over to her.

“Are you alright, darling?” She asked and Y/N nodded despite the tears that were silently cascading down her face and making her throat burn. “Oh, darling.” She soothed her and hugged her into her chest where she finally started to sob. Once she calmed down Judy encouraged her to call home and get out of there early. This shouldn’t be allowed to happen. 

She called her grandparents and said she had fallen ill at work. It was about 2pm when she was finally getting home and telling her grandmother the same thing she told her grandfather, she just got sick after lunch h and needed to rest.  Her arms were starting to hurt and she knew that she’d have bruises in the shape of Richard’s fingers discoloring her skin in a few hours. She’d need to wear sweaters until they faded. She cuddled herself up in bed and cried quietly. Richard waited for Harry to be gone, what a fucking prick. How she wished he had just shown up unannounced, like Judy, and put him in his place. He would’ve defended her, she just knows it and for now that was enough comfort to motivate her to show up again the next day.

God, maybe she needed to rethink this whole think about keeping her and Harry's interest for each other under wraps. Unfortunately, being a woman in the music industry gave her next to no respect and she needed a man’s help to gain some, but she didn’t want to compromise her values. But how easy would it be if people knew she was with Harry, then what Richard did to her today would never have even been a thought that crossed his mind.

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[felswritingfire]

hewwo! when you're done with April Brainrot, which is fantastic btw, i'd like to request a scenario of fem!MC asking Malleus to "put a baby in her." if you're comfortable with it, of course.

Idk what type of horny gremlin crawled into my head and fucking decided that I needed to write this as a smut and not something funny like I was planning, but here we are- I hope you enjoy it, Honey!

NSFW beyond the cut

You almost choked on your breath as Malleus palms you breast with one of his hands, his other resting on your thigh as he rests between your legs. His hair tickles your cheek, but you can’t bring yourself to focus on that as he suckles on your neck: his fangs grazing against the soft skin and his tongue lapping at the spot. Your knees knock against his hips, thighs trembling at the thought of the dark hickey that he’s more than likely to leave in the morning.

The sudden roll of his hips startles a moan out of you as the stiffness of his erection (erections actually- the man is a dragon) grind against your clothed clit. His voice is husky as he asks: “did you mean it?” You cling to him as he keeps rolling his hips at a steady pace. “Did you mean it when you said that, my Star?” His voice tapers off into a shaky moan as you begin to try and match his pace.

“Y-” you whimper before you gulp and take a deep breath- “yes- fuck- Malleus, p-please put a baby in me-”

You let out a gasp as his weight is suddenly off of you as he looms over you. He hikes up the sun dress you’re wearing even more until it’s above your heaving breasts, showing off the lacey white bra you’re wearing and the matching panties. He’s quick to dive his hands behind your back, forcing you to arch, and unclip your bra, throwing it somewhere forgotten in a corner of the room. You whimper as he shuffles back, pulling your panties down over your thighs and off your legs.

He holds the flimsy fabric in his hands, his green eyes dark as he stares at them, before he takes a long lick of the wet spot, still warm with your excitement. Your eyes widen and you gulp, sucking in a breath at the way he moans against them. His gaze sliding to your awe-struck face, he tosses the fabric behind him as he lowers himself before his cheek rests against your bent knee. He places a trail of kisses from your knee down your inner thighs until he rips a moan out of you when his scalding forked tongue is suddenly twirling around your clit. You tremble as he runs it up and down your labia, taking time to suckle against the swollen bud before his lithe fingers follow and he begins to thrust one into you.

He trembles at the sweet noises he draws out of you, reveling in the way your thighs tremble and you fight to keep them spread for him, your fingers intertwining in his hair. He feels the dull sensation of your hands wrapping around his horns and he only sucks and thrusts his (now two) fingers hard.

“M-Malleus- w-waaaai- aaaaaah-” your whole body trembles and you fall backwards, your back arching off of the plush bed as you start to buck your hips, series of cries and curses falling from your lips as you lose yourself in the haze of pleasure the fae was bringing you.

He hums, adding a third finger, pulling away and licking his lips, so he could watch you when he finds that one spongy spot that had you seeing stars-

A sharp keen leaves you, your thighs trembling at the sudden assault of his fingers curling and thrusting against the spot. You squeeze your eyes shut as his name falls from your lips. You spasm as he thrusts his fingers into you a couple more times before he finally stops them. You fall limp, letting out shuddering breaths.

“Good girl.” He says with a smile, his eyes closed as he pulls his fingers out of you, a thin line of your juices connecting the tips of his fingers to your entrance. He sits back on his haunches, unzipping his pants and pulling down his briefs to reveal his leaking cocks (pretty things that both have a slight upward curve to them) to you, their heads a bright red. He sighs, stroking one of them with your juices. He shudders. “I’m gonna put a baby in you now, hm?”

He leans over you, his hand coming to settle next to your head. His other hand snags one of the many pillows scattered across his bed and slips it beneath your waist. He licks his lips again as watches your twitching form: your eyes watering, your chest heaving, one of your hands wrapped around his wrist and the other fisting into the sheets-

Malleus’ mouth waters at the sheer sight of you, he rubs the head of his bottom cock through your lower lips, relishing the feeling of your wetness. He groaned as he presses into you, his tip popping inside of you while he eases the rest of it into your tight entrance. He lets out a groan as he finally bottoms out. His arms tremble with sheer effort to control himself from thrusting into you. “Gonna…” he gulps, pulling his hips back to rock into you, you whimper at how full you feel. “Gonna fill you up so good- so much you’ll have my baby. Mine.” He begins to build up speed, moving farther back with each thrust until, finally, his tip is the only thing that remains in you as he pounds into you with slow, powerful thrusts.

Your mouth hangs open, your body moving with each contact of his hips, even as you thrust back against him. “M-Malleus-” you blabber, shivering as your hand that was fisting the bed slid down to circle your aching clit. “Fuck- you’re gonna put a baby in me- you’re gonna fuck a baby into me-”

He growls, low and reverberating in the air, before he suddenly drags you up, thrusting into you at a rapid pace that knocks the breath out of you. You scramble to hold onto his shoulders as sobbing moans are ripped out of you. “I’m gonna fill you up to the brim- you’ll look so pretty carrying my baby- so pretty- so pretty.” He presses kisses just under your ear, groaning into your skin as his hips twitch and his rhythm grows sloppy.

You world spins once again as he pulls out of you and flips you onto your stomach and raising your hips up before he slips his dick back into you, his top cock rubbing between your ass cheeks as you trembling and moaning. He presses his back against yours as he thrusts a brutal pace into you. “Fuck! Malleus!” You cry, being pushed over the edge that has your walls fluttering around his cock.

He chants your name, a few more thrusts until he slams his hips flush against yours and cumming deep inside of you along with the one on your back.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breath before Malleus is nuzzling against the back of your neck. He hums. “Do you think you can take both of my cocks in you next round, darling?”

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[intheticklecloset]

Maybe you could do something with DadMight trying to get Deku and Bakugou to get along? Just a suggestion! Love your fics btw! They're very cute and fluffy and they always bring a smile to my face. Keep up the amazing work!^^

This will also appear in a compilation later, but I thought it was fun and wanted to share it early. ^^

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“AIIEEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! ALL MIHIHIHIHIHIGHT!!” Deku screamed with laughter, desperately trying to dislodge his mentor’s firm grip on his hip.

Bakugou lay to his left, also roaring with laughter, legs kicking wildly. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP YOU IHIHIHIHIHIHIDIOT!!”

All Might knelt easily on one each of their legs, keeping them pinned in place while he tickled each of their worst spots. They’d been fighting all morning, and he’d had just about enough of it. “I’m not stopping until you two can get along.”

“I’M SOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!” Deku pleaded immediately.

Bakugou growled around his hysterics. “I’M NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT!! FRICKING STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!”

All Might considered for a moment, then said, “You both need to learn to work together. You, especially, young Bakugou. So when the two of you can break away from me by working together, I’ll let you go.”

“NO WAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!!” Bakugou yelled.

Deku squealed when All Might found the hollow that really got him hysterical, pounding his fist on the ground in submission. “KAHAHAHAHAHAHACCHAN, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“WHY AHAHAHAHARE YOU BEHEHEHEHEGGING ME?! I’M NOHOHOHOT TIHIHICKLING YOU!!”

“WE HAHAHAHAHAHAVE TO WORK TOGEHEHEHEHEHETHER!!”

“FORGEHEHEHEHEHET IT!!” Bakugou’s laughter suddenly went silent when both of his sweet spots were attacked at once, and Deku’s cackling died down to breathless giggles at the brief respite. All Might used both of his hands to focus on tickling the angry blonde into submission, which didn’t take long thanks to his ruthless plan of attack. “OKAYOKAYOKAY I’M SORRY TOO JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Deku weakly sat up and used One For All to jerk one of All Might’s arms off of Bakugou. “L-Leheheave him alone, he said he’s sorry…”

“Oh? Back for more, young Midoriya?”

“Nonono – GAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” It was Deku’s turn to go berserk while Bakugou recovered. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, ALL MIHIHIHIGHT!! KACCHAHAHAHAN!!”

Bakugou groaned, igniting sparks in his palm. “S-Stop it – we both apologized, now let us go!”

“Not until you learn to work together.” All Might held firm, but decided to give them a chance by tickling both of their stomachs in tandem, which he knew were lesser spots on them both. “Fight me off as a team, and I’ll let you go.”

Deku and Bakugou learned a very important – albeit silly – lesson that day.

[leoneslover]

hi hi !! Can I request a one shot about Suga asking the reader out on a date for the first time? Like, they’ve both liked each other for a long time and Suga finally decides to make the first move. They grab lunch, go on a super cute museum date, and it ends with him walking the reader home. I can just imagine how cute and blushy he would be, and maybe include one of those super cute first kiss scenes? 🥺👉👈

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠༄

Sugawara Kōshi x reader(gn!)

Warnings: none, just a bunch of fluff

A/n: I am so sorry this took so long, anyways I hope this is worth the wait. Also btw, this is so cute I love this idea sm dkdndkdn mainly because I have this hc where Suga is really interested in like, art and stuff, so I thought they could go to an art museum so he could explain stuff about the paintings to the reader 🥺👉👈

• He took a deep breath to calm himself down. The soft breeze of the upcoming springtime hitting his exposed forearms as he patiently waited for you. It was just a date, he had everything planned, technically nothing could go wrong. And besides, it was you, you already knew him better than himself probably, he shouldn’t be worrying too much.

Yet there he was, his thoughts running wild to places he didn’t want them to go and his hands already trembling slightly. He took another deep breath, curling his hands into fists at his sides, in a slight attempt to stop the shaking. Time was passing by way too slowly for his liking, and every second he got more and more worried that you actually wouldn’t come.

He wanted to slap himself, for being so stupid to even think such a thing. But he didn’t, it’ll leave red marks on his face and that’d probably worry you. Another deep breath followed by a sigh and shutting his eyes. He let the vague scent of spring that reminded him of you so much calm him down. Your face popped up in his mind, your bright smile and contagious laugh making him subconsciously smile. The trembling stopped.

“What ‘cha smiling at?” You asked curiously, in a slight mocking tone, as you stepped in front of him.

He opened his eyes, his gaze immediately falling to your figure and a soft blush paiting his cheeks. Was it his imagination or you looked even prettier than usual? Your hair was styled like always, and your outfit seemed like your usual style, but there was something different about you. You raised your brow, and he realized he was staring. The blush intensified.

“Oh, h-hi” he smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck.

To his dismay, you softly laughed at him. But he couldn’t help by smile, more confidently this time. Did you ever notice how radiant you looked when you were happy?

“Stop being nervous” you scolded him, raising your hand to flick his forehead with your index finger, making him jump and soothe it immediately, “we’re just hanging out”.

“I told you to stop doing that, it hurts y’know” he said through gritted teeth, a frown taking over his features as he rubbed his forehead.

You giggled again, and he couldn’t pretend to be mad at you anymore. He sighed, the annoyance fading away as he placed a hand on his hip and stretched the other one to his side, signaling the path ahead of you.

“Shall we get going” he smiled and you nodded, turning around to start walking in that direction, him following by your side.

“You haven’t told me were are we going yet” you commented, turning your head to stare at him. The sun of the early afternoon creating beautiful highlights on his silver hair. Did he ever notice how nice he looked under the sunlight?

“It’s a surprise” he smirked, eyeing you for a second to give you a brief reassuring smile, “don’t worry about it, I already have everything planned”.

You squinted at him briefly, but decided to trust him anyways. Blindly following him to wherever he decided to take you.

Turns out the place was further than you expected, since you had to take the bus to get there. And as you sat side by side on one of the backseats of the almost empty vehicle , you could feel your hands grazing his every once in a while.

Should I take it?

Should I let him take it?

But the ride was over before neither of you could do anything about it.

After some more walking you finally reached your destination. A huge building stood tall in front of you, a bunch of sculptures hanging out in the front part of the museum and filling the place with vibrant colors. You took it all in, the beautiful architecture of the place itself mixed with the nice colors of the decorations around it.

Suga stared at you as you did so. He had a gut feeling that he’d see that awestruck expression of yours a bunch of times today. And oh he couldn’t wait already.

“Let’s go silly” he pushed you gently, and he had to fight back the blush that threatened to take over his features when you turned to look at him with that spark of excitement in your eyes that he grew to love. “The actual art is inside the building y’know”.

“I know” you scoffed, starting to make your way towards the entrance with him, “but look at it, it’s gorgeous!”.

He giggled at your excitement. He couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief course through his body, the past worry of you thinking that his plan was lame vanishing as soon as you made your way through the double doors.

After a little debate you decided to make your way towards the painting section. Rooms and hallways decorated with beautiful oil paintings caught your attention immediately.

If he would be in any other situation, he would have probably stared at the dull yet rich colors that stood out in front of him the same way you did. However, even if he tried to focus on the pieces ahead, his gaze would naturally gravitate towards your figure. The way your eyes sparkled as you took pictures of your favorite ones. How you put all your focus on him and listened to every single word as he told you little fun facts about the paintings. How you excitedly grabbed his wrist to guide him to the next one that caught your eye. All little details and things that made his heart flutter and a soft blush paint his cheeks.

Have you always been this cute?

Since when had your lovely smile and sparkly eyes taken over his heart to make him feel the way he did?

You stopped in front of a simple frame. The painting of two young lovers kissing behind a tree in a beautiful park displayed for everyone to see. That’s when Suga finally looked at the actual art in front him, and couldn’t help but blush almost immediately.

“Are there any fun facts about this one?” You asked without looking at him, your gaze lost in the ethereal sweet feeling of the painting.

“Yeah, actually..” he scratched the back of his neck, staring at the frame but paying more attention to your movements from the corner of his eye, “The guy who painted this one is actually the same guy from the painting itself”.

You turned to look at him, intrigued by his words.

“He was in love with his best friend, for years I think, but he was never brave enough to tell them. Until one day, he took them for a picnic at this hidden place in the woods, a place he found while looking around for inspiration for more paintings. I think he couldn’t keep bottling up his feeling anymore and just went for it. I’m not sure of what happened next exactly, but allegedly those two are supposed to be him and his best friend. That’s why the painting it’s called ‘forbidden lovers’ or something like that”.

“Wow” you almost whispered, turning back to look at the painting again. He didn’t dare to look at you again, the story about that one hitting him too close home. But for his surprise, you spoke again. “Id like to recreate this one...”

You trailed off, and he involuntarily turned his head to look at you. Suddendly he was extremely aware of your soft hand that was still wrapped around his wrist, and the way his heart rate sped up in an instant. To him, you seemed oblivious to the effect you had on him, how suddendly all those bottled up feeling he had for you rose up to the surface, tickling his skin and screaming to just fuck it and give in, to take you in his arms now that he finally had the chance and never let you go. But little did he know, that you were struggling with your own emotions yourself.

The implication hung high in the air, and suddendly the ambient had gone tense. You didn’t dare to look at him, fully knowing that he was looking at you. You knew that if you turned your head to the side you wouldn’t be able to hold back what you’ve been wanting to do for such a long time by now. So you stayed quiet, pretending to stare at the painting in a weak attempt to calm yourself down before you ruined your chance for going too fast. You suddendly became aware of your hand around his wrist, your hand twitching in realization.

Should it let him go?

Should I pull them close?

But before neither of you could make a decision, the sound of a phone ringing in the distance bursted your little bubble.

“L-let’s go see that one” you quickly said, pulling him behind you again and running off the the first painting you saw.

He let you drag him around so he wouldn’t have to think about what you said too much.

It didn’t take long for that little awkward moment to be left behind, the two of you making your way in the huge building and finding new and more exciting things to see as time passed. It seemed like you came to an unspoken agreement to just forget what you said and keep carrying on with your date. And he couldn’t help but notice now, how it seemed like you always knew what to do in any sort of situation naturally. How to not let any awkward situation get in your way of having fun, how to comfort the other when needed, how to know where to go for lunch without even saying a word. You clicked with each other so well, that sometimes words weren’t needed, even for agreements.

He smiled to himself, his heart softening at the thought of the two of you being literally made for each other. And he couldn’t help but let the thought linger in his head as he watched you look with stars in your eyes at every single piece of art during your visit.

It wasn’t until a couple hours later, while you were waiting for the bus, commenting about your favorite paintings and showing him how pretty they looked on the pictures you took, that he realized that he hadn’t been paying attention to any of the paintings in the museum, since his gaze was fixed on you the whole time. And surprisingly, he didn’t mind it. Not a single bit.

You sat next to each other in the bus on your way back as well, your head falling softly against the window while you rested your eyes as the movement of the vehicle lulled you to sleep. However before you could completely give in to your tiredness, a soft touch grazing your hand alerted you.

Is he gonna take it?

Would they mind if I take it?

And this time, before the bus stopped, he decided to take your hand. A small smile curled up your lips for the rest of the ride.

Your hands remained locked even after you got off the bus, walking down your neighborhood since he insisted on walking you home. The smile never fell off your lips, and none of you addressed it directly, because you didn’t have to. Suga noticed how once again you fell into a mutual agreement without sharing words, and it made him smile too.

“Thanks for today, I had a really good time” You finally broke the silence once you reached your house, your hand still grabbing his.

“Me too, maybe we should go grab lunch too next time” he said, the bright smile he always saved for you shining in the dim lights of the late afternoon.

“I’d love to” you smiled as well. The implication of a future date making your heart do flips of joy.

A silence fell between you two again. None of you wanted to say goodbye just yet, it didn’t feel right, even tho your date was already over. You both became highly aware of your hands at the same time, and he prayed internally for his hand to not start sweating at that moment. You turned to look at him, the golden hour of the sunset reflecting on his silver hair beautifully, making your heart skip a beat. He looked back at you, and your lips parted slightly.

Has he always been this beautiful?

Have they always been this beautiful?

He licked his lips, and you did the same, both of you too lost on your own thought to register the other’s movements. He took a step forward, almost hetistating, and you didn’t step back.

Should I kiss them?

Please kiss me.

He took another step forward, and you leaned in.

Fuck it.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, and you could swear your soul just left your body. You kissed back, your lips catching his in an kinda awkard and nervous kiss. It was a little messy, and it probably ended way too quick for both of your likings. But it made your chest burst with fireworks, and you could see the very obvious blush painting his cheeks once you broke apart.

“You’re beautiful” you both said at the same time, making you both freeze for a second, before you bursted out laughing.

It was a refreshing moment, right at the beginning of spring, the scent of new flowers and the golden tone from the sunlight making the scene just downright perfect. He almost wanted to hit himself for being so nervous earlier, how stupid of him. And you wanted to kiss him again, just one more time before you turned back.

He smiled, watching you as you reached your front door. You turned around, smiling to him one last time before getting into your house. The image of you turning around only to dedicate him one last time forming the sweetest thought in his mind.

You are prettier than all the paintings, my love.

[jacepens]

Ayo Uncle Tal! Can I have some mermaid!Washette AU? Please🥺🥺🥺🥺

(Aww Uncle Tal🥺) and yes you certainly may!! I’m sorry it took me so long to get this to you. Sadly I lost my writing mojo, but it’s all good now. I hope you enjoy this, Laya!:) and thanks for the ask!!

(Btw, ditto was a word used in this context at the time!! Is it necessary? Not really, I just thought it was fun)

***

Lafayette woke with a pounding headache and a dull ringing in his ears. His eyelids were too heavy and the little bit he could see through them was blurry and without form.

He tried to recall what happened before he got here, and where exactly here could be.

He pulled heavy arms and hands up to his eyes to try and rub away the crust and hopefully bring some life back to them. He blinked a few times to get rid of the remaining, heavy tears and was astounded by what he saw around him.

Colorful coral reefs and crystal blue water tickling his feet while waterfalls, shimmering purple and gold, splashed all around him in the gorgeous little enclosure Lafayette found himself in. So caught up in staring was he that he almost missed the person swimming towards him.

“Oh!” Lafayette smiled as the person drew closer. He frowned in thought, “would you mind telling me where I am, sir?” And then he noticed the necklaces and strange clothes that covered the man’s broad chest, blue and gold with an iridescent sheen that led his eyes down to the water. And to the beginnings of a fin.

He immediately jumped and scrambled away, heart pounding out of his chest until he was stopped by a throbbing pain that shot up through his calf. He hissed and instinctively reached down to inspect what was causing such a throbbing pain, but the creature’s hands were there first.

Lafayette felt his cheeks grow hot at the brief contact their fingers made and he was surprised to find the...fish’s? hands were quite warm. And that he had quite a handsome, human face.

“Does it still hurt, then?” The man’s low voice rumbled with quiet concern, “I have never witnessed a human unsuspectable to our healing, but there are always new discoveries to be had.”

“Wha- what?” Lafayette swallowed.

The creature looked up and Lafayette’s heart beat faster at having those beautiful, smoky eyes trained intently on him. “Do you remember what happened to you?”

Lafayette shook his head.

The man frowned, “your leg was pierced by a musketball.”

Lafayette’s blood went cold. “What are you talking about?”

“The battle. Whatever you were fighting for, I know not, but in said battle, I witnessed you collapse from gunfire.” The man turned the other way, biting his lip in contemplation, “I do not like to get involved in business that does not include me, but- well, they left you for dead. I watched you call out and catch many’s attention and yet they- they abandoned you. I simply had to help you.” His rescuer smiled a bit at him.

He heard a splash next to him and looked over to see the creature had seated himself beside Lafayette. Lafayette could not help but gasp, heart beating faster as he got a good look at just what had been hidden underwater.

Lafayette gulped. It was like a fish’s tail, but with large, blue scales that glittered with golds and reds. Transparent fins with what he assumed were veins flanked the sides of the powerful tail and of course, at the bottom where the fin idly splashed at the water.

“I am a mer.” Lafayette looked up to see the creature, merman, staring at him with a slight blush to his still oddly human cheeks.

“And I am Lafayette.” The merman laughed, a warm sound that made Lafayette’s heart flutter.

“I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Lafayette. You may call me George.” George held out his hand and Lafayette shook it, continually surprised by it’s warmth.

“Thank you, George. For saving me,” Lafayette grinned sheepishly, “I do not know how I can begin to repay you.”

“My only price is your silence. My kind isn’t exactly enjoyed by yours.” George looked at the water, a hint of sadness glistening in his eyes.

Lafayette scooted closer, both to be closer and offer what little comfort he could with what was clearly a distressing topic for the merman. “So I will not see you again?” he couldn’t help but pout a bit.

George looked shocked, “Why would you wish for that?”

Lafayette hummed, “It’s not everyday that one gets to meet a merman and you are,” he giggled, “well, let’s just say the stories omit your kind's beauty.”

“Ditto,” The merman smiled. Lafayette chuckled, “Ok, charmer. How much longer until my leg is healed?”

“Oh, that?” George shook his head, “Uh, yes, you should be fine now. The scales will fall off once the wound is healed.”

“Scales?” Lafayette cried, bringing his leg closer for the first time to inspect just where he had been shot. Well damn. The merman wasn’t joking. There was a neat patch of golden scales over his calf, just as glittery as George’s.

“I would recommend that you do not try to poke them too much. They are like bandages, only much more clean and they will not infect you, simply fall off when they are ready to.”

“Right,” Lafayette breathed, gently passing his fingertips over the bumps. “So I-”

“It would be in your best interest to go now, Lafayette.”

“What?” He snapped up.

“Do you wish to return to your army and kind?”

Lafayette frowned, he wasn’t quite sure. If the army truly did not care for his well-being did he have any business returning? Besides, he had already found something much more worthwhile. More like it had found him.

“Lafayette, your absence has been long now, they will think you dead,” George insisted gently.

Lafayette let out a long sigh. “I suppose you are right,” he said, “Will I see you again?”

George’s face lit up, “of course you will.”

“Is that a promise?”

The mer’s lips quirked up for a moment. “It is.”

“Good. Then I shall leave now. Which…” he trailed off, looking at his surroundings. “How do we get out?”

“We swim of course.”

Lafayette stared at the deep, dark water that looked like it stretched for miles. He took a quick breath, “George, I cannot hold my breath for that long!” Lafayette tried to keep the panic out of his voice but already the prospect of swimming through that darkness unable to breath had him reconsidering everything he had said thus far.

“I know,” George replied simply. And then lips were pressed against his own.

He froze in shock, heart beating but not quite out of fear any longer. Again, he was surprised at the warmth when he assumed an ocean dwelling creature would be cold. But George, so warm and with lips so soft that Lafayette realized he kissed them again, and somewhere his eyes had slipped shut. And then George pulled away. His cheeks were flushed a deep red, perhaps even more red than Lafayette’s own.

“That should suffice.” George sounded a bit breathless and Lafayette was breathless. But the merman grasped his hand tight and Lafayette felt he could trust George as they dived down through the water and amazingly - Lafayette could breath as if he were on land.

[theunmappedstar]

Ummm Keefe being a good dad headcannons...I’m not suggesting that you do them one day...but I also might be

Despite him really REALLY wanting a little baby of his own, Keefe always had the fear that if he became a dad someday somehow, he’d subconsciously turn into Cassius. But everyone can agree that the second Keefe became a father, he was on the right track

Literally the moment Keefe got them home he gifted them with a little stuffed animal. He spent weeks prior trying to pick it out for them, wanting to get JUST the right one.

It’s a little fluffy banshee.

Well. . . it’s little to Keefe, I mean.

Since the baby is so (obviously) small, trying to hold onto the plushie is basically the equivalent of them cuddling another infant.

They love it nonetheless.

And because it was with them from the start they remain attached to it as they grow up. Will not let go of it. Need to have it everywhere and anywhere that they travel.

Keefe thinks it’s the most precious thing

Also, Keefe will play with stuffed animals with his kid. They’ll sit down on the floor and move the stuffed animals and make them talk and stuff

We all agree Keefe can be really reckless sometimes, but when it comes to his kid, he’s obsessively prepared. This man can and will baby proof everything.

Also, he has to test out every little toy to make sure it’s safe or entertaining enough before he gives it to his kid.

Literally, he’ll shake every rattle JUST to make sure.

Since Keefe wants to be the best parent he possibly can, he asks all the moms in his life for advice because he trusts their judgment more than any father figure’s.

He asks Fitz, too.

“Why are you asking me?? I don’t have a kid??”

“Because yoU’RE RESPONSIBLE.”

Keefe is obsessed with those little boots for his infant’s feet. He loves how tiny they are and how many patterns the booties can come in and how ADORABLE they look when he slides them over his kid’s feet

Keefe has customized some booties for his kid. (It’s kind of like how people paint their vans; Keefe paints a little pair of calla lily boots)

Keefe Sencen is a sucker for cradling and holding his baby to his chest - and they definitely don’t mind it, either. Keefe enjoys it so much that he purchases one of those infant swaddle things so he can have the kid laying on his torso even when walking around. And you bet your ass he updates to a baby carrier the moment the kid is big enough and can support their own neck.

Keefe shows off his kid to his friends any chance he gets - even though they see the kid ALL THE TIME. (Don’t get the gang wrong, though, they enjoy it).

“Have you guys seen my baby?”

“Guys seriously look at my kid. That’s my kid.”

“Look at this little fucking potato! Look how ADORABLE this tiny bean is!”

���Keefe, the kid can understand you.”

“Right, shit, bad words. Sorry, don’t listen to dad.”

Keefe has a journal where he draws a picture of his kid every day. He says he’ll keep going with it until they’re old enough to tell him to stop

Keefe and his kid have a special nap time after school. They’ll cuddle up in this specific armchair in the living room and the kid will fall asleep on Keefe's chest. Keefe conks out not long after. (Kid loves it. Makes it a point to hold Keefe accountable if he ever has to skip naptime for work or something).

Keefe loves talking with his baby (and reading books). He could sit there with them for hours all cuddled up on the living room floor with a blanket just... speaking.

Keefe does the fun little leg bounce activity with his kid...you know the one.

Keefe teaches his kid to paint when they’re old enough. He takes them into the little art room he has, sets up an easel, gets them all tucked into a painting shirt and gives them a few paintbrushes.

And Keefe lets them go ham on that thing.

Keefe encourages them to use their fingers for painting, too

And sponges.

And palette knives (plastic, of course).

Keefe is very positive and motivating - and naturally super helpful. Sometimes his kid gets a little frustrated because their art won’t turn out the way they want it, so Keefe offers to help them out. (Kid always loves it when their dad paints with them and they end up making something together).

Keefe has a pottery wheel, too. He doesn’t sculpt very often, but when he does, his kid thinks it’s fascinating. They’ll sit there for however long it takes just to make sure they see the finished product.

It makes Keefe smile. A lot.

Keefe didn’t intend to let them near the pottery wheel until they were much older, but he relents one day and asks them to come over and sit on his lap.

They climb up and Keefe helps make sure they’re all settled. At first, it’s a little awkward with Keefe reaching around them to begin to mold the clay, but halfway through they find a good way to get situated so that it goes smoother. Eventually, Keefe stops the wheel and asks them to stick their hands out and make sure they’re parallel to each other. Keefe cups his palms around his kid's hands and starts the wheel and helps guide them to sculpt the clay with their hands.

They’re so bubbly and awe-struck by it that Keefe just... smiles really gently and kisses the top of their head.

(Also clay gets everywhere, but Keefe doesn’t mind).

Unrelated, but he also loves to paint their nails anytime they want. And of course, he’s really good at painting little designs, too (especially flowers! This is canon, btw - just think of the beaded necklace he gave to Sophie).

We know that Keefe uses tons of nicknames for his kid. Think “little bit” and “muffin” and “bean” and “peanut” - the list goes on and on (because he’s dorky like that.)

Keefe does that thing where he records his kid’s height on a wall. Every birthday he makes them stand up against the wall and then he draws a line where the tip of their head stops. He’s a real sap for reminiscing

“Look how tiny you were, bean!”

This child? Pretty spoiled. Sometimes Keefe worries he spoils them too much, so he has to back off to make sure they don’t turn into a bratty kid, y’know? Yet, he just. . . he cannot get over the sight of his kid’s face lighting up. And then when they hug him, Keefe gets a rush of all their love, which makes him just. . . . melt.

Going off from Keefe loving the feel of their happiness, Keefe really likes the little things - like tickle fights. It’s a free chance to get to see them giggle and bubble up with glee. 

This man is a sucker for the little things. He knows that his kid is supposed to call him dad because, well, he is their father... Yet somehow he cannot get over it anytime they call him dad. He cannot get over that he gets to be the kid’s father, that he gets to raise and love and protect them, that he gets to hold them in his arms and teach them things about the world and laugh with them and... Ugh, he’s never gonna get over it.

One day, Keefe's kid comes up to him and says that Sophie taught them something.

Keefe's intrigued, of course. He asks them to go on.

They lift up their hand and make a gesture and, at the start, Keefe thinks he understands.

“Oh, yeah, that means ‘rock on’, bud.”

Keefe tries to mimic it by raising his pinky and index finger on one hand, too. But then he notices his kid also has their thumb raised.

Keefe lifts and brow and opens his mouth to gently correct them when they purse their lips and shake their little head

“No, she told me this means ‘I love you’ in sign language.”

Keefe’s pretty sure he dies on the spot.

Like, come on. They got so excited and wanted to show him that?? He’s stuck gushing about it for quite a while (honestly, how lucky did he have to be to get to deserve a kid like that? he’ll never understand).

It becomes a thing for the two to flash it at one another throughout the day. If Keefe's watching them on the playground and they’re too far away to hear each other, they’ll lift up their hands in the little signal. If Keefe's on his imparter and they wander into the room, they’ll flick their fingers up into the gesture. While they’re eating dinner and their mouths are full they’ll lift their hand to show a brief ‘I love you’.

Keefe never gets tired of seeing it.

And he never gets tired of returning it, either.

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[katsuukiwii]

Proud-Levi X Reader Chapter One

Chapter One: Party?

Chapter Warnings: Includes Lime, VERY Brief Masturbation, Death

Schedule: New chapter every Monday+Thursday! I will let you know if I am unable to post a chapter. Contains: Smut, Angst, Fluff. You guys are lucky, the teaser doesn’t count as a full chapter

He sighs out of relief as a hand glides over his shaft quickly-

-Correction-

-He sighs out of relief as HIS hand glides over his shaft quickly. You see, Levi Ackerman didn’t have time to go out and have sex. Hell, it was a miracle that he even had the time to jerk off! And today, he thought he did, that was until he heard small footsteps approaching. He instantly covered his lower half with a blanket, sitting up so there could be no tent noticeable. After that he grabs a tissue and wipes the almost clear fluid off his right hand.

A small boy barges into the room just and Levi quickly shuts his laptop and knocks a bottle of lotion off his nightstand, hiding it. The boy walks over the the side of the bed and looks up at him, “What was that?” Levi clears his throat, “It was just my arm hitting the stand. What do you need brat?” The child gives him that toothy grin that never fails to make Levi smile, and it didn’t fail this time either. “I’m hungry! Can you make me this mac and cheese,” Levi sighs, disappointed that he won’t be able to finish. “Sure, Liam. Go set it on the counter, I’ll be out in a second to make it,” Liam runs out of the room happily, closing the door and Levi pulls up his boxers. “Damn, couldn’t even cum.”

Once he’s done hiding all the evidence and thoroughly washing his hands, he steps out of his room and walks down the steps. Now, Liam was not Levi’s biological child, but he was his biological brother. Their father, James,  was abusive and eventually just left, and their mother, Kuchel, got into a car accident. The only support Levi gets is from his sister, Mikasa. The issue with that? She’s off in college, and Levi doesn’t want to take all her money, After all, student loans are a bitch. Levi didn’t want to live with a guardian, so Mikasa (who is their legal guardian since she’s over 18) said it was okay for him to be on his own. She knew that he got into fights often, but she also knew that he was smarter than he seemed. 

Once Levi got into the kitchen, he saw Liam sitting there, “Cmonnnn! Papa, I’m hungry!” Liam knew Levi was his brother, but chose to call him Papa instead, “Calm down, I’m about to start making it! You can go watch your shows while I make it for you.” Levi presses a kiss to his “sons” forehead, and he grabs a pan, turning on the stovetop. While he waits for the water to boil, he walks into the living room and watches “Brave” with Liam. 

Liam pick up his spoon, shoving large mouthfuls of macaroni into his mouth. Levi sneers, wiping up any sauce that’s around his mouth. “Oi, don’t eat like a piggy. Your room is messy enough already.” He tickles the boys side briefly, and walks over to the counter, grabbing a small bag of Pop Tarts. “Papa are you just gonna eat those?” Levi looks over to the brunette boy, “Yeah,” a wave of confusion goes over the boy face, “What’s wrong?”

“Is that why you’re so little?” JAB! Levi’s confidence shot with an arrow, R.I.P. “W-What did you ask me?” The boy smiles, “Well, you said I need to eat to grow big and strong! You don’t eat a lot, so is that why you’re so little? I mean, nobody is that tiny!” JAB! Shot again, this time with a gun. Levi sighs, knowing what he has to say, “Sure. So make sure you eat.”

His phone goes off. He takes it out of his pocket and sees a message from Jean.

Jean: Hey!

 Levi: Yo, what do you need?

Jean: Petra is gonna throw this kickass Halloween party! Do you wanna cum? (if you catch my drift;) )

Levi: Yes. Desperately. In any way possible. When and where?

Jean: Lmao It’s at Petra’s place, 10pm on Halloween so you dont gotta worry about Liam missing trick or treating! Oh btw it’s a costume party

Levi: Alright. Tell her I’ll be there.

Jean: Already on it it! Cya dude

“Hey, Liam? I’m going to a party the day day before Halloween. Are you okay with me getting Aunt Mikasa to babysit?” Liam smiles widely, bouncing up and down in his seat, nodding his head. Levi laughs, ruffling his hair, “Okay then. I’ll let her know. How about you and I go look for costumes tomorrow?” Liam pushes the now empty bowl away from him, hopping off the chair and walking up to Levi, hugging his leg. “Okay! I love you, Papa.”

Levi feels his heart swell up, “I love you too Liam. Now come on, you have to get a bath.”

The boy yelps as he’s picked up, “Uggghh! I hate bathssss!”

Let me know what you guys thought! Remember, next a Monday a new chapter will be out! Love ya!

[lowkey-lokis-bitch]

our chosen family - dad!steve.rogers

request - can i request for steve rogers x teen!reader? they have a father daughter relationship ever since he recruited her for team cap. they see each other again back @ the avengers facility after a long time. reader got affected by the snap (they shared a moment before turning to dust like peter & tony in titan) her last words: “i love you dad” and she’s the last one who’ll turn into dust. steve cries, vowing to avenge her and the others. reader has strength, speed, heat vision and flight. thank u!! - @barnes-parker – i’m so sorry it’s taken so long aha but i got so invested in this story and couldn’t stop ahaha <<33

word count - 7679

pairing - dad-figure!steve rogers x teen!reader, uncle!bucky barnes, uncle!sam wilson (btw the uncle figures are so much fun to write i love it omg), pretty much team cap family

a/n - hi! this became a long one and I’m kind of really proud of it so I hope you enjoy!! please let me know if this is the sort of thing you would like to read more!! also this kinda jumps between timelines so the lil ‘—-’ are the same scene just jumps, but the proper ‘——’ are different scenes :::))))))

Stars lit up the sky as you floated above the metropolitan horizon of New York. Your mask covered the bottom half of your face, but you could see your breath cloud as the evening became cold. Landing on a rooftop, you squatted and scanned the area for any disturbances. Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw a group of bodies, all crowding around a young woman. The heat signatures they gave off were crazy, deep reds and bright oranges almost hurting your eyes. You jumped across a gap to the next building, trying to get a closer look. Then the woman screamed.

You leapt down from the building, landing in a crouch as the bodies turned to look at you. You stood up quickly, taking in the gasps from the men as they realised who you were. The first man sprinted towards you, throwing a punch at your face. You blocked it with your forearm and jammed your fist into his stomach, doubling him over in pain. You drew your knee up to hit him in the face and jumped over his falling body. Throwing yourself onto the floor, you swung your leg in front of you and tripped up two of the remaining five bodies. As they fell you grabbed their heads, banging them together just hard enough to knock them out for a few hours.

A knife flew by your face, missing you by only a few centimeters. You turned quickly, sprinting towards the attacker and buried your elbow in his face, taking out his legs with your foot. As he fell to the ground, you grabbed his body and threw it against the remaining men, taking them out like bowling pins. Walking towards the young woman, you helped her up and checked her over.

“Thank you,” she stuttered, tears falling on her cheeks. You gave her a smile, hidden by the mask, before sending her on her way. You began lining the bodies up against a wall, ready for the police, when the sounds of footsteps approached you from behind. You spun, holding your hands up in a defensive measure.

“Hello (Y/N),” a man in basic black and purple armor spoke, a quiver strapped across his back. You were taken aback by his use of your name; you had never told anyone of your true identity.

“How do you know my name?” your voice was tense, as were your fists. “Who are you?”

“I’m Clint, this isn’t my normal way of introducing myself,” the man laughed to himself, rubbing a hand against his forehead. “I’m just gonna cut to the chase, we need your help.”

Days later you found yourself in Europe with Captain America, having been recruited for his fight against Tony Stark. The two of you had clicked instantly, him taking the fatherly role that had been missing from your life. You trained together, Wanda helping you with controlling your powers and Steve taking responsibility for your hand-to-hand combat. The progress you saw within yourself in just a few days was outstanding and you found yourself imagining a life with the team, training and becoming friends. But that was a dangerous fantasy.

                                                    ———–

“Take the new guy, he seems about your age,” Steve didn’t look at you as he spoke, his eyes still focused on Tony as he ran across the airfield. “Save Buck and Sam.”

“Ah, my boys always need me,” you laughed despite your anxieties. Sprinting towards the glass building, you flew into the air and crashed through one of the walls. You landed in a traditional “superhero” pose, looking up to assess the situation. Bucky and Sam lay on the floor, tangled up in some kind of web, as Spiderman crouched against a tall pillar.

“Woah, you can fly?!” the kid spoke, his voice revealing his youth. As you considered, he probably wasn’t much younger than you, a year or two at most. How could Tony bring in someone this young?

“Hey kid, haven’t you got homework or something to be doing?” you cocked him a brow, a smirk hidden beneath your mask. Spiderman’s eyes flicked up to you, widening in shock. You threw yourself towards him, arms outstretched to tackle him to the ground. Landing with a thud, you launched Peter across the room where he hit and slid down the wall. You bolted towards Bucky and Sam, ripping apart the webs that bound them. “What would you boys do without me?”

“Probably not have all of my food stolen,” Sam muttered, standing quickly and bringing his hand to his goggles. You sent him a glare before standing alongside Bucky. Glass shattered behind you, and you turned to see Spiderman caught by one of Sam’s drones, pulled outside.

“That works,” you shrugged your shoulders, leading the pair of men towards the building’s exit. “I can’t believe you got your asses handed to you by a kid.”

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Deep breaths echoed, bouncing off of the prison cell walls. You sat by the bars, your arms wrapped around them and your hands intertwined. Your head rested against the cold metal, your eyes barely open as exhaustion took over your entire body. You had barely eaten, you couldn’t remember the last time they had given you water and you were sure the fatigue was obvious on your face. A sigh escaped your lips as you forced your head up to look across at Clint in his cell. He was sat on his bed, his head in his hands - as had become his usual position.

The opening of the main door caused you to look up; you half expected Tony to be back to gloat about his victory, to try and weasel any secrets out of you, but the silhouette in the doorway was taller, broader. As he stepped into the light, you heart broke and your lower lip quivered. Steve’s face was rugged, a hint of a beard tickled his jaw as he walked towards Sam’s cell. The two had a brief conversation, Steve glancing around the room at several points. You assumed Sam was explaining what had been going on. Steve reached into his pocket, pulling out a tablet that had hacked into the Raft’s mainframe. With a click of the screen, the cell bars lifted and you lifted yourself from the ground slowly. Your head spun and your legs shook beneath you as you stumbled your way to Wanda’s cell.

Wanda was the weakest of the group, she had been wrapped up in a straitjacket with an electric collar around her neck. Her eyes were sunken, deep bags hanging beneath them. She dragged her eyes up from the wall to look at you. A tear landed on your cheek as you knelt down before her, looking for some way to remove her restraints. Your breathing sped up as you began to panic, unable to find a solution. A hand touched your back, throwing you off balance as you spun around quickly, falling as your head went fuzzy. Large arms wrapped around you as your consciousness began to fade. You forced your eyes open just long enough to see Steve’s face, smiling down at you as you drifted off to sleep.

                                                          ———–

“She needs to be here, where I- we can look after her.”

“She’s old enough to make this decision herself.”

The steady beeping of medical equipment steadied your breathing as you began to regain consciousness. You tried to lift your hand, but it felt like dead weight. Your fingertips twitched and you let out a soft groan, attempting to communicate with anyone who was in the room.

“Hey kiddo,” Steve’s voice calmed your racing heartbeat as he stepped towards your bed.

“Where are we?” your throat felt as though you had swallowed broken glass and the taste in your mouth was foul.

Steve looked towards the other man in the room, who you could now see was Sam. He sighed, his head hanging before looking back up at you, “A safe house in Sweden, the whole team’s here.”

“How did you- what happened?” your eyebrows furrowed as you coughed, your chest aching with each exhale.

“Well, I couldn’t leave my best girl,” Steve smiled up at you, but his eyes showed his true sadness. “Can’t be part of a team if the rest of the team isn’t there.”

“So, everyone’s staying here? What about Tony?” Steve flinched as you mentioned the name, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“We have to stay under the radar, according to everyone we’re criminals now. Tony isn’t going to try and change that. Nat, Sam and I are going to go underground and Wanda’s gonna be with us most of the time. What you do is up to you,” Steve looked up at you once again, his eyes pleading for you to stay.

“I-I don’t know.” “I don’t want to interrupt a lovely moment,” Sam stepped forward, his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “But you’re young. You can’t be giving up your life before you’ve even had one.”

“Whatever you do,” Steve started, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. “We’re always here for you, whatever it is, I’m here.”

In the time after Germany, your physical and mental health took a hit. It took you days to be able to walk again, and weeks beyond that to start training. Natasha and Clint would often find you pottering around the safe house at 3am, a dazed look in your eyes and various weapons in your hands. Not to mention the nightmares, they woke not just you, but Steve who would race through from his room - adjacent to yours - when you began screaming, your lungs crying out for oxygen. It was decided that you would go with Wanda, she was the only one who could fully comprehend what was going on in your head, and you would return when you had fully recovered. Whenever that was.

“I’ll come visit as soon as Wanda thinks it’s okay, kid,” the tears in Steve’s eyes threatened to spill as he held you close to his chest. Your cheeks were already damp with salty tears as you had said your goodbyes to the rest of the team. Your arms were tight around Steve’s waist, and you didn’t want to let go. He pulled back to push loose hairs away from your face and to look into your eyes one last time. “I love you.”

“I love you, and thank you,” you hesitated. “Dad.”

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You kicked your leg out as you leapt into the air, thrusting your foot into the chest of an Outrider and slicing another in half with your blade. As you returned to the ground you drove your foot into the fallen Outrider’s face, leaving the Wakandan dirt splattered with black blood. You wiped your face with the back of your hand, a grimace painted across your expression, before looking up to see Steve struggling against a pack of creatures. You launched yourself into the air before hurtling into the group, sending Outriders flying in all directions.

“Thanks kid,” Steve breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain his momentum.

“You know, maybe you’re getting too old for this,” you joked with a quick salute. Steve simply raised an eyebrow at you in response and the two of you sprinted in seperate directions. You grabbed a pistol from the holster at your thigh and sent bullets flying towards two Outriders, dark gore showering the dusty ground beneath you. You increased your speed as you lifted off the ground, taking an aerial view of the battle. From your viewpoint, you saw Wanda fighting against one of Thanos’ children, and she wasn’t exactly winning. You bolted towards her, your hair flying behind you as you landed on the ground, sending dirt flying from under your feet.

“She’s not alone,” Natasha spoke as Okoye readied her blade. You stood next to the assassin, fists out in a fighting position. Proxima Midnight looked between the three of you before lunging towards Okoye, blades prepared to strike. She dove, striking at Okoye’s chest as you plunged your foot into her lower back, tripping her onto her back. She rolled up easily, landing in a crouch as she kicked out at Natasha’s feet. Wanda, now up from the ground, lifted Proxima into the air and sent her flying into one of Thanos’ large tanks.

“Anyone got eyes on Vision?” Sam’s voice came through your comms and you spun quickly to see Vision fighting another of Thanos’ children. You gave Wanda a quick nod before she used her power to give you a boost into the air. You hurtled through the air to the forest, your landing ruined by the dense trees. You dropped through branches before arriving at the floor, the air sucked out of your lungs. You wheezed, your eyes closed as pain surged through your entire body. Your adrenaline was starting to wear out, and you weren’t unscathed from the fight. Looking down at your body, blood and dirt was caking your armor, skin exposed to show deep wounds. You lifted yourself onto your knees, looking up to see Vision stabbed by Corvus Glaive. You stood quickly, grabbing a dagger from your belt and lunged towards the creature, sinking the blade into his side.

Suddenly, Corvus was tackled to the ground and you whipped around to see Steve getting to his feet, yelling across at you and Vision. Vision was visibly injured and struggling to move. He nodded at you and the message was clear. You sprinted towards Steve and Glaive, landing a punch on Glaive’s cheek and kicking your shin into the back of his knee. As he fell, he grabbed your arm and threw you into a tree, your spine curving around the trunk. You cried out in pain as you landed against the ground. Steve blocked Glaive’s blade with his shield, landing a punch and grabbing the blade and throwing it in the opposite direction. Glaive grabbed Steve by the neck, throwing him onto a fallen tree where Steve rolled, grimacing in pain. Corvus walked towards the tree where you were still shaking with agony, and wrapped his hand around your neck. You gasped for breath, your eyes beginning to go hazy.

As you sucked in a shallow breath, Glaive’s eyes went wide. His body lifted as a blade protruded from his chest, revealing Vision holding the staff behind him. Letting go of the stave, Vision fell to the ground. You gasped for oxygen as Steve sprinted over, blood trickling down his face from a cut on his forehead. You crawled towards the pair as Vision’s eyes began to droop, Steve holding his head.

“Hey, you’re good,” you spoke slowly, breathlessly. “We’ve got to get you out of here, okay? I can take you-”

“There’s no way you’re doing anything,” Steve’s voice was stern. “You’re injured, we can’t risk you any further.” “Steve, we need to get him out of-”

“I know, but-”

Wanda arrived on the scene, her face painted with worry as her eyes landed on Vision.

“Don’t cut me off!” your voice was raised, filled with urgency. “I can fly him up, get him back into the building. I’ll take out all of the Outriders, I can do it.”

“It’s too danger-”

Steve stopped speaking as dark clouds appeared between the trees, an ominous noise wiping out all cries from the battle field. A large figure stepped through them, a familiar golden glove decorating his left hand. He tensed and flexed his fingers, the stones making beautiful sounds as he glanced around, assessing the area. You looked towards Steve, his eyebrows furrowed as he stood.

“He’s here.”

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early 2018 - remote europe

The bed creaked beneath you as you sat, the old wooden bed frame groaning at your presence. You pulled the medical kit out from your drawers, opening it to grab the antiseptic and cotton wool, before pulling up your shirt. A grimace crossed your face as you pressed the ointment to your skin, the stinging sensation dancing across your stomach. Grabbing a bandage from the box, you unwound it and wrapped it around your torso, ensuring it was tight enough to stop any bleeding. Then you moved on to the multiple wounds across your arms.

“Got yourself in kind of a bad state, kid,” you turned slowly to see the familiar face of Sam Wilson. “Need a hand?”

An aggravated sigh left your lips as you stood from the bed, “How did you find me?”

“Well, the deal was you were with Wanda. But that’s obviously not how it played out,” Sam gave you a serious look. “She told us the last place you said you were going and we took it from there.”

You rolled up the leg of your suit, cursing under your breath as you saw the bruising that had begun to appear. “Are you alone?” The uneasy tone of your voice didn’t go unnoticed. Sam looked across at you, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he considered the team.

“We didn’t want to undo anything Wanda might have-” Sam struggled for his next word, thinking carefully of his next word.

“Fixed?” you finished the sentence for him, looking up and giving him a breathy laugh. “Well, don’t worry. I can take care of myself.”

“You don’t have to.”

The words stopped you in your tracks.  You took a deep breath, turning to face the man before you.

“You’ve heard about the Infinity Stones?” Sam crossed his arms over his chest.

“Wanda and Vision mentioned them a few times, told me a bit about them. Why?” “Some big, scary guy is trying to get them all. They went for the Mind Stone, but we got to Vision first.”

“Is he okay?” you spoke, your voice raising slightly with concern.

“He’s fine, he’s back at the compound with Steve and Nat,” Sam stepped towards you. “We need you, (Y/N).”

“Now, where have I heard that before?” you joked with a sigh, rubbing your forehead with your palms.

“He needs you.”

You looked up, pained eyes searing into Sam’s.

“What’s the mission?”

                                                          ——-

The quinjet landed beside the Avengers facility and your heart jumped the second you reached the floor. You were instantly aware of how you looked, the weight of your backpack, the noises your jacket made as you stepped off of the jet. Sam moved to stand beside you, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“You ready, kid?”

You gave a quick nod in response, your eyes fixed on the main doors directly in front of you.

“You’ll be fine,” Sam began to walk, his large strides putting distance between the two of you. Gritting your teeth, you forced one foot in front of the other, counting down the seconds until you were inside. The training hall was the exact same as when you had left. A sense of comfort washed over you, releasing the tightness in your chest as you looked around. A small smile broke onto your face as memories flooded back: training with Bucky, long nights talking with Wanda, Natasha trying to teach you new moves, leading to you on the floor, the breath stolen from your lungs.

Footsteps alerted you to a presence behind you and you spun around to meet Wanda’s kind eyes.

“Hey,” you breathed, a wobble in your voice.

“I’m sorry, I know you wanted to be by yourself bu-” Wanda began to walk towards you, taking your hands in hers.

“It’s okay,” you reassured her, pulling her into a hug. “I understand. Plus, everyone was probably missing me tons. You know, I don’t know how they survived without me.” You feigned a confident front, but you weren’t sure that Wanda was fooled.

She laughed nervously, taking your arm in hers and leading you towards one of the main rooms. You stopped before the door, looking across at your friend. She gave you a comforting smile before opening the doors and walking in. Your body felt like lead as you stepped through the doorway, seeing the same people you had left two years ago.

Nat’s eyes met yours and she rushed over, wrapping you in her arms. Although she rarely showed it, Natasha was one of the most caring people you had ever met. It was an extreme contrast to the act she maintained, but you knew her in a way no-one else did. She pulled back, her hands on your shoulders as she studied your face. You could see the relief on her face as you took in her appearance.

“I like the hair,” you let out a laugh. “You know, it’s hard for a redhead to pull off blonde.”

“Good thing I have the attitude for it,” she smirked, hugging you once again before returning to the large screen in the centre of the room.

You spotted Vision at the other side of the room, talking with Wanda, and gave him a quick wave. He responded with a smile, still growing accustomed to human greetings.

“Where’s Steve?” you spoke softly, to no-one in particular.

Natasha turned to look at you, “He’s in his room. Something about not wanting to make you uncomfortable or nervous.”

“I’m gonna-” you trailed off, leaving the room.

The corridors were hauntingly familiar, the same lights flickering as your shoes moved quietly along the wooden floor. 84. It was still 84 steps from the stairs to your room. Your heart rate increased as your hand stroked the door handle, pressing it lightly to reveal your room. Nothing had been moved, it looked as though you had been there only yesterday. The light streamed in from the closed window, thin, white curtains sitting perfectly still. You walked slowly towards the centre of the room, dropping your backpack onto your bed. It was a weird sensation, being back in a place that held so many mixed emotions.

You were snapped out of your memories as footsteps quickly approached from behind. You spun around and saw Steve standing in the door frame, an apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were back already,” Steve diverted his eyes, avoiding meeting yours. “I thought someone was-”

He stopped talking as you walked towards him. Once you were within touching distance, your lower lip began to quiver and you wrapped your arms around him quickly, sobs escaping your lips. He sighed in relief and hugged you back.

“I’m sorry,” you spluttered, pulling away to look up at him. “I shouldn’t have gone off on my own, it was stupid and-”

“Hey, no,” Steve pulled you back into his chest. “I just-, I got scared. But that’s my fault, not yours.”

You stayed in the same position for a few minutes, just taking comfort in his familiar heartbeat. When you pulled away, he wiped the tears from your face before walking you back through to the meeting room. Natasha was now joined by Rhodey and they were deep in discussion, frequently referencing to various sheets of paper that were strewn across the table. They looked up when you entered, Rhodey folding his arms across his chest.

“Welcome back,” you hadn’t met Rhodey before, only briefly encountered him at the airport battle, but you could tell you were going to get along with him pretty well. “You heard of Thanos?”

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“What did you do?” Thor bellowed. The gauntlet was fried, burned into Thanos’ skin. The titan looked around, a smile growing across his face, before summoning a portal and falling through. You looked across at Bucky, who was standing from where he had been thrown. A sense of unease settled across Wakanda and glancing around, it was obvious that everyone felt the same. You launched yourself into the air, trying to see the battlefield, to see if the same dread could be felt across the nation. And that’s where you saw it. Soldiers floating away in the wind, nothing but ashes. Your heart dropped as your mouth opened, your breathing staggering. You crashed back into the forest, looking around at your fellow Avengers.

“Something’s not right, people are-are-” you stuttered, your heart racing faster than it ever had. Steve looked across at you, concerned.

“Steve,” Bucky’s voice came from behind you as you turned. A pile of dust was on the floor, where Bucky’s body would have fallen. Your breath hitched as tears pricked your eyes. Steve staggered over, his heart breaking in his chest. Kneeling down, he ran his fingers through the remains of his best friend, his face obvious with distress. He looked up between you and Thor, the three of you sharing a thought. What the hell is going on?

Something inside of you felt off. Your stomach lurched as you looked up at Steve, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks. He stood quickly, racing over to hold you in his arms.

“Steve, I-I don’t know-” you spluttered, tears staining his armor.

“It’s okay, it’s going to be okay,” Steve’s voice cracked, his facade of strength dissolving before your very eyes. Natasha burst through the trees, her breathing heavy and her face panicked. You had never seen her this way before, the unshakable assassin, shaken. You fell to the floor as your knees gave out, Steve going with you. He held you in his lap, his hands running through your hair.

“What’s going to happen?” your voice wavered as you looked up at your mentor, your face tacky with salty tears.

“I-I don’t know,” Steve could barely look at you, feeling sick to his stomach. “But it’s going to be okay, I’m gonna figure it out, okay?” He nodded, trying to convince himself most of all.

Your legs went numb and you tilted your head to look down, but Steve placed his hand under your chin, lifting your eyes back to his. Your breathing sped up, panic settling in your stomach as you felt like you were going to throw up.

“I love you, Dad.”

Steve fell forward as your body dissolved before him. A tear fell from his eyes onto the ashes on his arms. Natasha walked towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder as she chewed on her bottom lip, her anxieties getting the best of her. Steve looked at the floor, his body heating with despair and anger.

“This isn’t over. I will get them back, and I will kill Thanos.”

Your eyelids were heavy as light beamed through the thin layer of skin. Squinting, you lifted a hand to cover your face and sat up slowly. Steve was gone. Looking around you could see Bucky standing up, Sam on the floor and the tree guy next to a log. But no Steve, no Natasha, no Rhodey. You made eye contact with Bucky, and confusion was plastered across his face, as you were sure it was across yours.

“Where’s Steve?” you stuttered, your legs shaking beneath you. Stumbling over to Sam, you took his hand and he gave it a quick squeeze. “Where’s anyone?” “I don’t know,” Bucky spoke slowly, moving to join the pair of you as T’Challa and Wanda emerged from seperate parts of the forest. You lowered yourself to the ground slowly, your body exhausted from whatever had just happened. Sam rubbed his forehead, desperately trying to hold it together and figure out an answer to the thousands of questions running through his head.

Your breathing was speeding up, your heart pounding in your chest; it felt as though your ribs were about to explode from the pressure. Your worried eyes met Bucky’s and he knelt down beside you, taking your hand in his larger, calloused grip. He gave you a soft smile, exaggerating his breathing to encourage you to fall in sync with his. Due to his past, Bucky was no stranger to anxiety and thus he was the one you always went to when your body started to act against you. He was more than happy to help, seeing you like a little sister and wanting nothing more than to protect you from the big, bad world. Your lip quivered before you took it between your teeth, hard enough to draw blood. Your eyes darted between Bucky and Sam, but as you looked at them you saw them looking in an entirely different direction.

A man stood before a glowing, amber circle, his red cape floating behind him as he strided towards you.

“My name is Doctor Stephen Strange. I was with Tony Stark as we fought Thanos, and I’m assuming you lost as we did,” Stephen’s eyes danced across the group, trying to devise the leader.

Sam stepped forward, “Nah, this is our victory party. You don’t see the balloons?” Despite his jokes, his voice was dark, serious.

“It’s been 5 years since our defeat,” your eyebrows furrowed at Strange’s statement. “And the Avengers need us.”

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“Avengers, assemble.”

Roars broke out from all around you, an army running and fighting as one. Steve was at the forefront, his shield in one hand and Mjolnir in the other. You could see the grime and dried blood that coated his face from your position, despite being fairly far away. You sprinted forward, a cry escaping your lips in anticipation of the extreme battle that quickly approached. Holding your arms out before you, you launched yourself into the air and thrust your fist into an oncoming Leviathan. The punch reverberated through its entire being and it began to fall as a white horse came flying through the air, the Valkyrie atop it slicing the beast’s spine. You sent her a quick smile before turning to observe the ongoing battle. You bolted into a large group of Outriders, a shockwave exploding beneath your feet and sending creatures flying into the air, where they were quickly taken out by Tony and Pepper. You were moving at an incredible pace, legs and arms flying as you obliterated any Outriders that dared to threaten you.

“What do I do with this thing?” Clint’s voice was familiar over comms, and instantly you knew the object he was referring to. The gauntlet.

“Get it as far away from here as possible,” the sound of Steve’s voice made your heart skip a beat. A smile broke onto your face as you realised, this could be it. This could be the end of Thanos, the end of constantly looking over your shoulder for trouble. You could have a life after this. Your eyes roamed the battlefield, searching for a glimpse of the red glove. Amongst the hoards of creatures, you spotted Clint diving and dodging oncoming attacks and bulleted towards him, your feet leaving the ground and your body becoming streamlined.

“Hey kid, not really an ideal time,” Clint spoke, his breathing heavy as he dodged under a blade that flew towards him.

“Gimme that thing,” you nodded towards the gauntlet.

“Hell no, I’ve already fallen for that once today,” he continued to run, the glove tucked underneath his arm.

“Clint,” you looked at him, your eyes stern. “I can fly. They can’t get it up there.”

The man hesitated a moment, before holding the gauntlet out to you, “Touché.”

With the gauntlet secured in your grip, you bolted into the air, your hair flying out behind you. The roars of battle echoed from below, but your focus remained on getting the glove away from Thanos. A searing pain shot through your abdomen as you were thrown to the ground. Looking down, you saw the hilt of a knife sticking out of your side. You gasped, blood trickling down your side as you brought yourself to stand again, gripping the knife and pulling it out of you. Gritting your teeth, your eyes roaming for the perpetrator as you began to run. Your feet were heavy beneath you, swinging back and forth across the uneven battlefield. Shots rang out around you, but you didn’t flinch. Once again, you jumped into the air, throwing your head back to look at the ships above you.

Bullets flew past you, bolts of energy and weapons you couldn’t recognise skimming your armor. Leather could only hold off so much, and little cuts and digs were becoming bigger and more painful. You could feel your power draining as your body began to give out, failing under the increasing pressure of losing oxygen and blood. Your eyes struggled to remain open as the air became thinner and you felt your grip on the gauntlet loosening. In a panic, you scrambled to hug the glove to your chest and you began to fall. The ground was closing in as you squeezed your eyes shut to prepare for impact.

“Hi, I’ve got you!” a familiar voice rang out as you felt arms catching you. You forced your eyes open and saw the familiar mask of Spiderman. A breathy chuckle escaped your lips as Peter raised an eyebrow, a cheeky smile across his face. “I thought you said you could fly.”

You simply nudged him in response, trying to maintain any kind of energy that was left in your exhausted body. “You have spider-legs now?”

“Oh these things?” Peter glanced at his suit as you reached the ground, him letting you down gently. “That’s not even the best bit.” He reached out for the glove, and you gave it to him gladly. You smiled at him before he swung off, gauntlet in hand. You allowed yourself a few moments to catch your breath, glancing around at the battlefield and trying to find your teammates. You spotted Rhodey in the air, thrusters lit up as he attacked a Leviathan, with Sam on his tail, shots firing out at a rapid speed.

Blood rushed through your body as you gathered your strength to stand, muscled legs holding you up. A herd of Outriders watched you rise and sprinted towards you, teeth scratching and drool flying as they ran. You gritted your teeth as your rubbed your hands together, readying your familiar fighting stance. Your fists acted upon muscle memory, driving into chests and faces, legs flying and stomping on fallen creatures. Your armor became covered in Outrider gore, staining your skin with a deep blue tint. You fought until an entire group of monster corpses lay at your feet, your breathing was heavy and sweat droplets coated your forehead. With a quick swipe of your hand, your face was almost cleared of Outrider blood and your eyes focused once again as you looked towards the surrounding creatures.

“I am inevitable,” Thanos’ voice rang out over the battlefield and you spun to see the heavy gauntlet on his hand. Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers touched, the sharp snap cutting through the dense air. A confused look appeared across the titan’s face as he turned his hand, revealing the lack of infinity stones. You gasped as your eyes roamed to Tony, who was kneeling with the stones implanting on his suit.

“I. Am. Iron Man.”

A sharp, metallic tone shattered the air. Pain was instantly shown on Tony’s face as his body crumpled to the ground. The hoards of creatures that had begun to charge towards you stopped, all seeming to share a thought. These monsters that you had previously thought incapable of emotion were scared. A quick look around the battlefield showed that their entire race was reacting the same way. The area was almost silent, only heavy breathing could be heard over your comms.

Your feet began to move slowly beneath you, carrying your body towards the familiar presence of Wanda, who was stood near to you. Without turning to look at you, she took your hand in hers, her eyes still glued to the titan knelt in the centre of the fight. Around you, ships fell from the sky, exploding as they met the ground. Fire burst out in the perimeter of the battlefield, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the monster stood before you. His breathing slowed as his eyes dropped to the ground, his elbows resting on his knees. He remained there for a few seconds before looking up towards Tony, and dissolving away with the wind. Your breath hitched in your throat as he turned to ash. You tilted your head up to look at Wanda as a single tear rolled down her face. She dragged her eyes towards you and a relieved smile broke onto her face as she looked at you. You pulled her into a tight hug, sobs escaping both of you as you felt her arms around you.

You pulled away after a few moments, your tearstained face smiling up at her with a mix of relief and heartbreak. You couldn’t imagine the cacophony of emotions whirring through her body. Your heartbeat was steadily increasing as you looked around the battlefield, looking for one person. Steve. Your comms were alight with conversation and celebration, making it impossible to identify individual voices. And then, from across the battlefield, your eyes locked with his. A breathy sob escaped your lips as you began to sprint towards him, your injured legs stumbling as you crossed the uneven terrain.

His arms were around you within an instant, your face pressed into his chest. Tears spilled from both of you, neither in belief of what had actually happened. Steve pulled away to look at your face, and despite being in his old uniform, you could see the weathered effect the past 5 years had had on him. His eyes were swimming as he assessed your face, barely an hour older than when you had disappeared before him. Your mind raced with questions but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

“Hey kid,” Steve’s voice cracked as he looked down at you, his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey,” you stuttered, your voice shaking. “So, it’s not weird that I called you dad right?”

Steve laughed, shaking his head, “It would be an honor.”

He pulled you into him once again, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You spent a few moments just relishing in the familiarity of your family. Wanda had approached the pair of you, alongside Bucky and Sam. Steve took Bucky into his arms, patting his back as he pressed his face into Bucky’s soft shoulder. Sam jokingly wrapped his arm around the pair, encasing them in a group hug. You smiled at the action, taking Wanda’s hand once again. Once the group of boys had separated, Steve gave Wanda a quick hug, smiling at his friend. You situated yourself between Steve and Bucky, an arm around each as you settled into the comfort of your family.

Peering around the group, you noticed an empty space, “Where’s Nat?”

Steve’s face dropped as he looked around the group, “She -uh, she didn’t make it.”

Your eyes clouded over as your eyes fell to the ground. The group shared a few minutes of silence, grieving for your fallen sister. You reached to take Steve’s hand in your own, giving it a squeeze and looking up at him through clouded eyes. “She knows we won, and we won for her.”

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Tony’s lakeside cabin was beautiful during the summer, the rays of sun beaming through the windows. You could have sat out by the lake for hours, not a single thought crossing your mind. It was peaceful, and you felt the most peace in knowing that Tony and Natasha were at peace as well. The funeral had been deeply emotional; you hadn’t known Tony too well yourself, but seeing the effect he had had on people’s lives proved to you how important your job was. You sat on the porch, watching Tony’s young daughter as she played by the lakeshore. An absent-minded smile danced across your face, the cool breeze tickling your face.

“Hey kid,” Steve approached you, his hands in his pockets as he sat next to you. You lifted your eyes to meet his, noticing the nerves he was trying to hide. Your eyebrows furrowed, but you shifted to give him some space.

“Hey,” your voice was soft. “How is everyone?”

Steve took a deep breath, surveying the horizon before you, “As good as they can be, I guess. Bruce is setting everything up, should be ready to go pretty soon. Best to just get it all fixed now.” You nodded up at him, leaning your head on his shoulder. He responded by wrapping his arm around your shoulder, hugging you into his side. “Can we talk?”

“What else were we doing?” you turned to face him, your entire body shifting as you crossed your legs beneath you.

“I mean, a serious talk.”

“Of course, what’s up?” nerves rumbled in your stomach as he looked down at you, his well known “serious face” on display.

“I think I’m going to stay there,” Steve’s eyes dropped to the floor, as though he was trying to look at anything other than you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Where? What are you-” you stopped yourself as realisation vibrated through your body. “As in-?”

Steve nodded, his eyes clouding with tears.

“With Peggy?” Your voice cracked as you felt your throat thicken. Tears threatened to spill, but you focused all of your efforts into staying strong, for him.

“I- I can’t stay here when I could be living the life I truly want.”

You ducked to meet Steve’s eyeline, drawing it back to you. Giving him a reassuring smile, you took a deep breath and composed yourself. “I understand, and I love you. No matter what.”

Steve pulled you towards him, tears falling from his eyes onto your hair. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head then placed his cheek on top. He could feel your chest rising and falling unevenly as quiet sobs escaped your lips. Your face was pressed into his shirt, taking comfort in being able to hear his heartbeat.

“Say hi to Peggy for me,” you smiled, your lower lip quivering as a tear dropped onto your cheek. Steve pulled away from you, taking your face in his hands. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, his eyes alight with emotion as he looked down at you.

“Do you want to come out, stand with Sam and Buck?” You nodded in response, taking his hand gently in yours. “I’ve spoken to Bucky, but we’re not gonna tell Sam. I don’t think he would take it too well.”

“Judging by some of his previous reactions, I would say you’re correct,” you laughed slightly as the two of you left the lodge. The brief walk through the forest was a daze, you barely felt as though your feet were touching the floor. You tried your hardest to take in every moment, knowing it would be some of your last with Steve, but your uncertainty took hold of your consciousness.

You reached the clearing where Bucky and Sam were deep in conversation with Bruce. The pair turned as they heart your footsteps, Bucky giving you a knowing smile as his eyes met yours. Sam jogged over, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“You okay, kid?” he looked down at you.

You wiped your face quickly, having forgotten about the tears. “Yeah, just allergies.”

“I keep telling you to go outside, instead of stuck in your room all day,” Sam’s eyebrows raised in an “I-told-you-so” manner.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you shoved his chest jokingly, making a beeline towards Bruce. You watched as he pulled a small briefcase out from beneath the table. Steve stepped towards you, unclasping the buckles to ensure that all of the Infinity Stones were counted for.

“Remember, the exact second they were taken, then-”

“Then back, yep. Got it,” you were surprised at how Steve sounded, confident. He closed the case, taking it in one hand and Mjolnir in the other. It still shocked you to see the magnificent hammer in his grip. He climbed the stairs, not looking back at the group of friends behind him. You found yourself moving towards Bucky, wrapping your arm around his.

“Okay, and 3, 2, 1,” Bruce pressed a button on the machine and Steve was gone. You breath faltered and Bucky reached to take your hand, his eyes still fixated on the spot where his best friend had just stood. You remained silent, not wanting to bring Sam’s attention to you, not wanting to let him know anything that was happening.

“And back in 3, 2, 1.”

You turned your head into Bucky’s shoulder, trying to steady your breathing as you began to accept that he was gone.

“Where is he?!” Sam’s voice boomed through the bare clearing as he glared across at Bruce, who was panicking and rushing around his equipment.

Bucky nudged you with his shoulder, causing you to look up and across at the bench by the lake. A small silhouette was outlined in light, white hair sitting atop of a frail, old body.

“Sam,” Bucky’s voice pulled Sam out of his confusion as he turned, following Bucky’s gaze towards the old man. “You go ahead.”

Sam walked over slowly, his hands in his pockets as he looked out to the water. You watched the conversation, too far away to hear any of the words spoken. Bucky remained in silence, your hand still in his. He pulled his eyes from the scene before him and looked down at you, trying to gauge your feelings towards the situation. “You wanna go speak to him?”

You considered for a moment before shaking your head. “We said our goodbyes, I’m okay.” Bucky gave you a soft smile before turning his attention back towards his friends. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before spinning on your heels, your gaze fixed on the cabin through the woods. A tear fell to your cheek as you left, leaving behind the comfort of your father. Thoughts spun through your head as you walked, but you brushed them to the side.

The future is bright, so full of opportunity and possibility. And you have to take it. For Natasha, for Tony, for Steve.

[wannawrite]

혼자야 - forever rain 🌫

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members: park jaehyung, kang younghyun

genre: platonic, brotherly "fluff" :">>

a/n: jaehyungparkian but written with no intention of making it gay HAHAHAHA i really love their relationship +++ I WAS IN SUCH A BIG WRITING RUT so this was birthed ¡¡¡ originally a reject of my youngk series (when you love someone) LOL

imagine that brian doesnt know jae well yet and vice versa yEA HAHAHA this takes place before congratulations era~

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Just as the clouds shrouding the city in mist had so subtly predicted, it had began to rain, and it had began to rain mercilessly.

The raindrops fell from the clouds, plummeting towards Younghyun's bangs at a lightning pace as if the seemingly harmless, rolls of white and grey had finally reached its breaking point and decided to offload their anger on the public.

Gradually, with each droplet gathering into one big puddle, and escalating into a waterfall, he could see the drops draping precariously on the rough tips of his brush shaped bangs, as if he was wearing beads on the tips of his hair.

Younghyun sighed as a song he held dearly to his heart, the song that spoke for their hustling generation, Forever Rain started to play, perfectly in sync with the now, unlike him. He had sighed a lot of times today, but that was most probably, his expression to life most of the time.

His songs, too, were sighs of his own. Younghyun's self written songs were never a voice of his own-they were simply a insignificant puff of hot steam, emanating tiredly into the air like a ball of wispy feathers only to disappear into thin air two seconds.

This song on his phone too, was a sigh.

A beautiful sigh.

Just like you

If I could

Just knock on somewhere

If I could kiss

The whole world so hard

Would someone welcome me

Maybe embrace my weary body

His pretty, gradually angled eyes looked up to the sky with the gaze of a baby lamb-innocent and demure. The world seemed to stop for him as he saw the beautiful teardrops of the sky pour down, knocking furiously onto his shoulder and asking for an invitation to come in.

The clouds were of white, grey, and dark grey hues, all layered vaguely together in a gently fierce gradient as their feelings oozed out onto the lamp posts, from the tips of Younghyun's raven locks to the edges of his tailor made black shoes, skimming to the depths of the drain.

The sky when it cried was so beautiful, and so unjudgemental to whoever it poured out its feelings to.

However, beneath the curtain of his clustered, jet black hair hid Younghyun's gentle sigh-in the knowledge that he'd never be able to do the same with his group members.

Still, for the first time since he had come to the thriving, fast paced city of Seoul, Younghyun felt raw, enveloping love drip through every vein in his blood as he stood upright amidst the care of the rain, and listened silently.

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"Younghyun! What the heck, why are you standing like that there? You're a soaking mess, get over here!"

Revelling in the quiet of the rain caressing his ears gently and quickly, Younghyun hadn't noticed anything amidst his little zone of peace until his ears opened before his eyes did. Standing across the road was a tall figure with a striking, red umbrella domed over his even more striking blonde bangs.

"Wait, I'm sorry, I just-" Younghyun struggled to gather his words, scrambled across the road like the rain puddles as he broke from his standing position, with rising fear of disappointing his friend in his chest.

"You don't have to apologise. I know you've always liked the rain, you told me that." Jae laughed in his low, boyish voice before placing a hand on Younghyun, who had finally came back to reality and started to approach his friend. Knowing very well that it wasn't the reason for him standing there, the younger boy couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt surface to his forehead as he nodded slowly.

As both of them walked to the venue with a sudden, yet somehow not so awkward silence hanging around them, Younghyun knew, with an uneasy feeling in his heart-that someone that took to socialising like a duck to water, would never understand the pleasure of having something as insignificant as the rain to accompany them.

"H-Hyung?"

"Yes?"

"Have you ever felt lonely before?"

The squeaky sound of Jae's rubber soles ceased with his question, and they stopped walking, in sync with the previous calmness that had soothed Younghyun.

Filling the awkward silence was the pattering of raindrops, crashing louder on the field of ridges in the pavement but a little softer on their umbrella.

Suddenly, the rain didn't seem so comforting after all.

"Lots of times." Jae suddenly spoke to break the silence, with an unreadable, blank expression on his face. Not being able to see a smile spread across his dashing, clear cut features felt very foreign to the younger boy, and seeing Jae feeling lonely, felt just as foreign to him.

Surprise was evident on Younghyun's face as he susceptibly raised an eyebrow.

"You're joking." he said disbelievingly.

Jae shook his head quietly. "No, I'm not."

He looked to the floor with an unusual maturity emanating from his gaze, and paused for a bit before speaking again.

"Just because I have a lot of friends doesn't mean I don't feel alone."

Instinctively and unconsciously, Younghyun's lips parted ever so slightly, gaze transfixed sharply onto the sad sliver of light skating across the curves in Jae's small, miniscule pupils.

He never really saw Jae this sad over something as small as being alone. Over being away from home, sure-over occasional fights with members, sure-but never, the hollowness of not having someone by your side.

Then, an uncheerful-maybe even condescending, maybe even bitter laugh slipped through the gaps of Jae's loosely clenched teeth.

"Ah, Younghyun, I really, really can relate to All Alone more than you think I can." he said, tone a lot more gentle than before before continuing, "It's funny, isn't it? When you have so many people surrounding you but it makes you more lonely than you were before."

Slowly recalling the sting of past incidents, Younghyun found himself nodding as he replied, "Yeah. It really just feels like...just feels like..."

"No one really cares."

The same words had come out from the mouth of two seemingly different people.

Then, with a brief exchange of glances, Younghyun started to giggle with an understanding, almost happy feeling in the crease of his eyes, and in turn, causing Jae to giggle back.

They both stood stupidly in the crowd, in the prominent presence of the storm clashing behind them-laughing, laughing and laughing, before reality hit their smiles like a brick and put a halt on their silly fit.

"H-Hey, Younghyun-or should I say, Brian-" Jae teased, with the corner of his smirk digging a small dimple at the side of his lips and earning a slap from Younghyun- "whenever you feel lonely, talk to me, yeah? We can be lonely together."

Casually, he hung a lazy arm around Younghyun's shoulder, eliciting an endearing, hearty laugh from the younger boy.

In turn, Jae's smirk softened to a smile.

"I'm totally cringing at myself for saying this, but-I'm always there for you."

Feeling the warmth amidst the cold weather beneath the laces and crosses of Jae's soft, red jumper, Younghyun's heart blossomed a small spark of warmth himself-a warmth he had never felt upon arriving in Seoul.

"I'm always there for you too, chicken-hyung." he smirked, masking his gratitude well and subsequently, arousing a strong reaction from Jae. "Hey, excuse you, since when were you-hahahahaha-allowed to-HAHAHAHAHA-tickle me?!"

In the rain, as two children played, beneath his squeals of laughter Younghyun thought inwardly-that if this was really the after effects of the rain, he wanted it to rain forever.

THE END

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forgive me for how absurdly cliché this story is, this is just a warm up LOL i was having writers block after church camp but ughhh i learnt sm and grew sm spiritually <333 my life has honestly changed forever and isjdjsjsjdjs im so SOOOOO thankful rnnn hhh

anywaY like this was originally supposed to follow up w my current youngk series but i didnt really write it w my emotions so i was largely unsatisfied ://// so it was an unfinished reject sitting in my notes for a while and i really never intended to publish it HAHAHAHA until i realised i hadnt wrote in ages and then liKe i felt so so empty nd i felt like i had forgot how to immerse myself properly whenever i tried to start a chapter so all of them came out really fake and it was like a 8 year old composition quality work LOL but anyway even tho im not that happy w this either i needed smth to write (without having to think up an opening LOL IM WORST AT STARTING A STORY) to help me grasp my emotions better again <33 so i started today at "H-Hyung" HAHAHAHHAAHA obvi it has to be about my 2 day6 biases uwuwuwuwuwu

IF YALL CLDNT TELL BTW THe sCOPE OF THIS STORY WAS LARGELY INSPIRED BY MY MANS KIM NAMJOON UWUWUWU stream mono guys he deserves it :3333 alt this mixtape has been getting a lot of hypE BUT hehehe idk ilh and forever rain especially :)

also i apologise if yall are getting sick of seeing so much day6 on this blog lol as u can see i have been SO SO hooked onto their music and knowing more about them so ;------; i will write whilst i have the most inspiration to do so !!

thanks for sticking by my shitty posting times rip :"""" this is also to revive the blog because l and i r on vacay watch it slowly die for the next few days iM SORRY :(

from your favourite chicken and briyani enthusiast ^3^

(WILL BE EDITED SOON)

[thepirateparlour]

Hello! Can I have a really fluffy intimate cuddle session between Luffy and his female s/o? I love your blog btw!

Thank you! I’m not sure I entirely caught the vibe you were looking for, but hopefully you still like this scenario regardless.

Moonlit Confessions:

Sometimes, Luffy hated nighttime. Sure, there were lots of cool things to do and explore at night, but with most of the crew sleeping, he wasn’t allowed to make much noise. Instead, he found himself laying in his bunk, sleepless and bored. And hungry. So hungry. With as much grace as he could muster, Luffy crawled out of bed and tip-toed out of the room, being especially careful while passing Sanji. 

Opening the door, however, Luffy found that himself forgetting about his midnight snack. His girlfriend, Y/N, was sitting on the grass of the Sunny’s deck, gazing up at the stars. The ‘click’ of the door caught her attention and she turned to him with a big smile. “Luffy!” she quietly called. 

“Hey!” Luffy grinned and plopped down next to her. “You on night watch?” 

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I told Nami I’d do her shift.” She pointed up at the sky. “Isn’t it beautiful? There’s so many stars out. You can see everything!”

He giggled. “It looks like a swarm of fireflies flew up there and got stuck!”

For a few minutes, the couple laid across the lawn, pointing at constellations or making up some of their own. Luffy’s ideas were getting sillier and sillier with each imaginary shape, until he noticed that Y/N had gone silent. Her own smile had diminished into a concerned frown, though she kept her eyes on the sky. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

She bit her lip lightly. “Luffy…do you ever think about yourself?”

“Huh?” Luffy tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

“Do you ever stop and consider what you’re doing? I mean, we’ve gotten into a lot of tough battles lately and each time, you’ve charged straight in. You use your 2nd and 3rd gears without any hesitation, even though they drain you. Don’t you worry about the damage it’s causing?”

He shrugged. “Nope. If it helps me protect you and the crew, then I’m fine with it.” Y/N didn’t respond at first, so Luffy added, “Does it worry you?”

Finally, Y/N turned onto her side, letting Luffy see the fear in her eyes. “Of course! Lu, back on Enies Lobby…I was so scared. I’ve never seen you so helpless, but you just kept lying there and in the middle of an attack no less! That’s not like you! Not to mention the shrinking thing that keeps happening. I don’t understand what’s happening, but it can’t be good. I know you want to protect all of us, but what about you? How can I keep you safe from something you’re doing?”

Luffy stared at her for a moment, stunned. Thoughts felt jumbled in his head and the words he needed didn’t want to make it to his lips. Within a moment, however, his body moved of its own accord. His arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist multiple times and he pulled her into a tight hug. When she squealed in surprise, Luffy buried his nose against her shoulder. 

“Uh, Lu?”

“Thanks,” he murmured into her skin. “I’m sorry for making you worry, but I’m glad I have you to watch over me.” Suddenly, he started to leave quick, light kisses against his Y/N’s neck. 

She brought a hand to her mouth, trying to stop her fit of giggles. “Luffy! We’re going to wake the others! What on earth are you doing?” A brief yelp escaped as wandering fingers tickled her sides. “Luffy! Cut it out!”

“Nope! I want to hear you laugh!”

Y/N squirmed and struggled in Luffy’s hold, though only half-heartedly. Her hand moved to push him back, allowing her peals of laughter to ring through the air. Luffy allowed Y/N to overpower him until he was on his back. With his arms still locked in place, he pulled her on top of him. 

“That’s better!” he said with a returning grin.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re impossible.” 

“Yep!”

She sighed and kissed his cheek. “I think I really needed that. Thank you.”

“No problem. If it makes you feel better, I’ll try to be more careful when I fight.”

“That does help. If that doesn’t work, I’ll just have to sweep in and rescue you for a change.” With a yawn, she relaxed into Luffy’s embrace. “In the meantime, you can make it up to me by staying out here with me for the rest of the night. I’ll even let you have the first turn to watch.”

-Feather Blaze

[sentinel-prime-after-dark]

Oh yeah this is preceded by Elita giving OP a nice back massage bc my lower spine is KILLING ME rn

My pain got me thinkin’ about TFO Optimus being a sweet, innocent virgin and- oh nooo, my fingers slipped and soft OpLita sexual tension came out, I guess I gotta finish it now~