#you'd think with the whole 'oh yeah i catch them pretty easily' you'd think I would get rid of them as easily

[thelighttasteslikelasagna]

I once got so down bad that I made a moodboard for this one teacher that I used to have a crush on

[deansbeer]

prized possession ⎯⎯ DEAN WINCHESTER.

⎯⎯ DEMON!DEAN decides to keep your soaked lace panties, because it drives his heightened senses wild for you. and the guy is not one bit shameful about it.

♡ KARI YAPS! god, hes such a freak && i love it sm. i thought of this idea w @titsout4nicholas @a1ecmcdowell @jasvtsc earlier in the day bc i fear demon!dean's corrupted my mind entirely.

♡ WARNING(S) filthy smut | oral sex (f!receiving) | possessive!dean | overstimulation | power dynamics | dom!dean | praise kink | lace panties kink (?) | explicit language | little bit of manhandling. mdni ♱ 18 plus. adult content.

📖 JACKLES library.

sex with dean has always been intense, but now that he's a demon, it's on a whole other level—like everything about him, his hunger for you has amplified tenfold. every time he touches you, it's like he's trying to ruin you, to mark you in a way that'll never fully fade. and when it's over, he's always got that cocky, unbothered smirk that drives you insane. tonight's no different.

you're sprawled out on the bed, still catching your breath, your body a trembling mess from what he just put you through. he's leaning against the wall now, shirtless, his jeans hanging low on his hips. his hair is a mess, his lips still swollen from kissing every inch of you, and yet he looks like the devil himself—because, well, technically he is.

you roll onto your side, groaning softly as you reach out for your panties, the pretty black lace pair you'd been wearing before he tore them off of you like they'd offended him.

except… they're not there.

"dean," you say, your voice sharp despite how wrecked you feel. "where the hell are my panties?"

he raises an eyebrow, looking at you like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. "what panties?"

"don't play dumb, winchester," you huff, sitting up on the bed and glaring at him. "the black lace ones. the ones you just ripped off me."

a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face, and your stomach sinks. "oh, those," he says, pushing off the wall and heading for the door. "yeah, those are mine now."

your jaw drops. "what the fuck do you mean 'yours'?"

he shrugs, completely unfazed. "i mean i'm keepin' 'em. they're soaked, sweetheart. absolutely drenched. you think i'm just gonna let you throw those in the laundry like they're not a fuckin' work of art?"

you grab a pillow and chuck it at him, but he dodges it easily, laughing as he disappears out the door. "un-fucking-believable," you mutter, shaking your head. luckily, you're home—so you grab another clean pair of panties from your dresser and slip them on, grumbling to yourself about how ridiculous he is.

you think that's the end of it. you really do. but then, over the next few days, you start to notice something… weird. for one, the black lace panties are nowhere to be found in your dirty laundry, even though you were sure he'd just been messing with you. and two, dean's been acting a little… off. not in a bad way! but in a way that makes your face flush whenever he looks at you. like he knows something you don't.

it's not until one night that you catch him red-handed. you're heading down the hallway, on your way to grab some water, when you spot him leaning against the wall, his back to you. at first, you don't think much of it—until you see what he's holding in his hand.

your fucking panties.

you stop dead in your tracks, your mouth falling open as you watch him lift them to his nose and take a deep, slow inhale, his eyes fluttering shut like he's savoring the scent.

"are you kidding me?" you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

he doesn't even flinch. instead, he turns to you, completely unabashedly, holding the panties up like a trophy. "nah," he says, smirking. "not kidding."

"dean," you groan, your voice low but stern as you stalk toward him. "you've kept those this whole time? what is wrong with you?"

"what's wrong with me?" he repeats, his grin widening as he tucks the panties into his back pocket like they belong there. "what’s wrong with you? you're the one who smells like that."

you gape at him, heat flushing down the back of your neck. "i don't even—what does that even mean?"

he steps closer, crowding into your space, and you can feel the heat rolling off him, thick and heavy. "it means, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, "that every time i get a whiff of these"—he pats his pocket—"i wanna fuck you all over again. so, yeah, i kept 'em. you got a problem with that?"

you're speechless, torn between being upset and… turned on. because of course you're turned on. he's DEAN WINCHESTER, and he's looking at you like he's seconds away from devouring you.

"you're insane," you manage, shaking your head.

"yeah?" he drawls, his hand curling around your waist. "well, you're about to be."

before you can respond, he's grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. you yelp, your palms against his back to steady yourself, but he doesn't even slow down, carrying you straight to the bedroom.

"dean! put me down!" you protest, but he just chuckles, slapping your ass hard enough to make you gasp.

"not a chance, baby," he says, tossing you onto the bed like a rag doll.

you barely have time to sit up before he's on you, yanking at your jeans with a single-minded determination that has your heart racing. "dean—"

"shut up," he growls, his voice dark and commanding as he strips you down, practically ripping your panties off in the process. "you've been walkin' around all day with this fuckin' scent, drivin' me insane. you think i'm just gonna let that slide?"

before you can answer, his mouth is on you, his tongue dragging through your folds like he's starved. he grips your thighs, holding you open as he devours you, his light stubble scratching against your sensitive skin.

"fuck," he groans, pulling back just enough to look at you, his lips glistening. "you taste good, babydoll. could do this for hours."

your head falls back against the bed, a moan slipping from your lips as he plunges back in, licking and sucking like he's on a mission. his grip tightens when you try to squirm away, his fingers digging into your thighs as he holds you in place.

"dean—mmm, fuck, shit—" you whimper, your hands tugging at his hair.

"you can do it," he growls against you, the vibrations making you shudder. "and you fuckin' will."

he doesn't stop, doesn't let up, and soon you're trembling beneath him, the pressure building low in your belly until it snaps, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.

he doesn't pull away, even as you try to push at his shoulders, too sensitive to handle the way his tongue keeps teasing your clit. "oh, fuck! dean—s'too much—"

"nah," he mutters, his voice muffled against you. "not done yet."

and he means it. by the time he's finished with you, you're a wreck—sweaty, breathless, and completely at his mercy. he finally pulls back, his lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"told you," he says, leaning down to kiss you, slow and filthy. "you're fuckin' addictive, sweetheart."

you're too exhausted to respond, but the look in his eyes tells you this isn't the last time he't pulling a stunt like this. and honestly? you don't really mind.

[thepigeonhasapen]

Finding Them When They're Trapped: Olympian Edition (NSFWish)

(I promise I'm working on requests but the horny bug bit ok)

🩷Aphrodite🩷

"Oh, darling, I'm afraid something simply tragic has happened. One of my suitors has taken advantage of me and left me like this!"

"...In your own bedchamber?"

Aphrodite waves a hand. As well as she's able to with the short chain connecting it to the bedpost anyway. "Sweetheart, it's sex. We don't need to apply logic to it."

"...I see." You sit next to Aphrodite, admiring the way the restraints draw her body into long, smooth curves. She wriggles in her chains, a deliberate enticement. An enticement too is the way she's looking at you, lashes fluttering and eyes locked sweetly upon your own.

"As I was saying..."

"Yes, yes, a horrible man left you tied to a bed and now I'm here to take advantage of that fact?"

"You do catch on quick, my dear."

⚔️Ares⚔️

Ares does not think this is funny. Unfortunately for Ares it is objectively pretty funny.

He glares at you from the bed, squirming against his chains. "Stop laughing and let me loose."

"I can't believe Aphrodite just left you like this!" You giggle. "I'm pretty sure she just straight up forgot you were here actually."

You can tell Ares is positively fuming about the whole thing. The headboard creaks as he yanks at the cuffs, but all the furniture upon Olympus is far too durable to break that easily. He glares at you once more and then sighs.

"Will you please set me free? I have something I wish to discuss with our dear Aphrodite."

Aphrodite has been so kind as to leave your favorite god naked, and you take advantage of this by resting your hand on his groin. You don't miss the sharp intake of breath when your skin touches his own.

"But it would be such a shame to let you go when I already have you here like this."

"I... be that as it may, I-" Ares's pupils blow wide with lust as you swing onto the bed to straddle his lap.

"Aphrodite isn't going anywhere. And-" You laugh. "Neither are you apparently."

"I suppose... my evening might still be salvageable after all."

🏹Artemis🏹

How embarrassing... to get caught in one of her own traps. Artemis is never going to live this down if anyone finds out about it. Too late for her, though, you've already found out about it.

"It's not funny! I just forgot where I set it, okay? Now let me down so we can both forget this ever happened."

Perhaps Artemis might be more intimidating if she wasn't blushing so fiercely. Oh yeah, and hanging upside-down by her ankle from a tree branch. That too.

"So if you're the prey, what's hunting you then? A deer? A bunny?"

You didn't think it was possible but Artemis blushes even harder. "Yeah, yeah, just get me down."

"Deal... but in exchange for not telling anyone about this, you'll owe me."

If looks could kill, not only would you be dead, you'd have been vaporized from existence. You start to walk away. "Or I guess you could just wait for somebody else to come by... Hermes, maybe?"

It doesn't take long for Artemis to break. "Okay, okay, deal! Now cut me loose before somebody sees."

As you're helping her down, Artemis shoots you another dirty look. "You’re just lucky I've got a soft spot for you."

🦉Athena🦉

One of the last places you expect to find Athena is stuck in a hole in the ground, but here you are. She looks up at you, visibly relieved to catch sight of you.

"Hail, Y/N. It would seem the Lady Artemis is leaving her pit traps strewn about the grounds. Again. I really must have a word with her about it. But first I require your assistance."

"Oh yeah? I hope you're not expecting me to carry you out of that hole." Look, Athena's like twice your size. You love her but it's just not gonna happen.

"No, nothing of the sort. If you could run to Hephaestus's workshop and fetch a ladder..."

You sit down at the edge of the hole, elbows resting on your knees. "I might do that. But to be honest, it's kinda hot seeing you be bested every once in a while."

"I was not bested. This was no battle of wills. This was my foolish half-sister being careless once again."

"Still... you being trapped is kinda doing it for me."

Athena sighs. "If you fetch me a ladder, I swear I will let you tie me up to your heart's content. Do we have an arrangement?"

"Done."

And you can't wait to take her up on that.

❄️Demeter❄️

"I'm going to kill that wretched foster brother of mine. We'll see if he can still throw his precious lightning bolts when he's encased in ice."

You've stumbled across Demeter cuffed to the railing of her balcony. You don't quite know what happened, but Zeus had something to do with it from the sounds of it.

"He told me I ought to get more sun! That it would be good for me! Put a smile on my face! Pah, as if there's anything to smile about upon this blasted mountain."

"Ahem," you say.

Demeter softens. "Ah... my apologies. Of course you give me cause to smile quite often."

"Would it make you smile if you said you looked cute in those cuffs?"

Demeter doesn't look in the slightest bit amused. "It most decidedly would not."

"Ah."

🍇Dionysus🍇

Dionysus had asked you to meet you in his vineyard but how strange, he doesn't seem to be here. Well, since you're here, you may as well look around. As you wander deeper through the plants, you hear rustling and the sounds of someone struggling.

He looks almost sheepish when you find him, half-buried in foliage with rogue vines twined around his limbs.

"Hey, so uh... there may have been a little... incident. Would you mind maybe lending a hand?"

"Don’t you have control over grapevines?"

"...These are special grapevines, yeah?"

And how kind of the vines to splay him out so beautifully. And to let him take off his cape first. And that all of his usual retinue is conveniently absent.

Dionysus shivers when you run a hand down his muscled chest. "And how exactly am I meant to help you if even a god as powerful as you can't set yourself free?" You stop just above where you're certain he wants you to touch him. "Shall I fetch someone to help?"

Dionysus whines when you remove your hand. "You’re such a damn tease, man! Just have your way with me already."

"I'm a tease? I'm not the one who's tied myself up in hopes of being ravaged."

"If you want we can switch places." Dionysus offers playfully.

"Hmm. Maybe later." You think you're gonna pass this up? Not a chance.

🪽Hermes🪽

You didn't expect to find the Messenger of the Gods tangled in a bunch of vines, but to be perfectly fair you're pretty sure he didn't intend for you to find him like that either.

"Oh, hi there, boss. I seem to have encountered a spot of trouble here but don't you worry, I'll be out in a jiffy."

He squirms, trying to free himself, but he's really just making the problem worse. Something he soon figures out when he sighs and looks helplessly at you.

"Don’t suppose you'd care to lend a hand?"

"Haha, oh alright," you manage through your giggles. "Hold on just a moment."

"Kinda can't do anything else," he points out.

You wade into the bushes, reaching for the vines that ensnare his wrist. Unfortunately, there's a bit more of them than you bargained for. One catches on your foot and you go tumbling forward, knocking both you and Hermes to the ground.

"Shit, sorry!"

But Hermes doesn't look as bothered as you thought he would. It's probably because your hand has landed squarely on his groin. You hadn't quite been sure if he was blushing before, but now he most certainly is.

He's not quite looking at you as he says, "You know it would really be a shame for you to let an opportunity like this go to waste, you know."

...He makes a valid point.

🔱Poseidon🔱

"Damn that blasted nephew of mine! I swear when I catch him, I'll- oh hello, dear! Would you mind helping your favorite sea god out of the predicament he's found himself in?"

You laugh. You can't help it; Poseidon looks absolutely ridiculous looking at you upside-down from the floor. Somehow he's ended up wrapped head to toe in chains, his arms pinned behind his back and his legs bound firmly together.

"What happened here?"

"That good for nothing nephew of mine, Hephaestus swore to me that he'd created chains so powerful that nothing could break them! I, of course, had to put such notions to rest. Nothing can overpower the might of the sea! Anyway, I uh..."

"So you let Hephaestus do this to you?"

You've never seen Poseidon look quite so flustered. "I, er... well, we don't need to linger on the past. Why don't you set me free and we can both go out to a nice dinner?"

"Not a chance, sea god." You drop to the floor beside him, greedily taking advantage of a sight you so rarely get to see. The might of Poseidon, bound. And looking quite handsome in his chains if you do say so yourself. "I think I've got a better idea than dinner."

It doesn't take Poseidon but a moment to catch your drift. "Ha! You best take advantage of the moment then because I don't imagine it'll be happening again."

Maybe. Or maybe Hephaestus will let you borrow these chains from time to time...

⚡️Zeus⚡️

It's funny... this situation that you've found Zeus in almost seems... familiar.

"Curses! Damnit... that blasted, darn Hephaestus... and my foul brother. I shall have both their heads for this, I swear..."

"Whatcha doin'?"

You've never seen the King of the Gods blush before. And certainly not so fiercely. "I um... well, I've run into a spot of bother. And it is entirely the fault of that wretched brother of mine. He insisted that these chains were unbreakable. Naturally, I had to show him the error of his ways. None can stand against the power of the heavens!"

Well, apparently being a cocky, arrogant idiot runs in the family. You drop to a crouch beside him, unable to keep the amused grin off your face. "And how's that working out for you?"

"Yes, yes," he huffs, "I can have a sense of humor like any other. You've all had your laugh. Now let me loose."

You reach down and squeeze between his legs, just enough that Zeus's eyes start to go hazy. He won't get mad at you for the imposition; he thinks far too much with his cock for that. "Oh, but I never get to top."

Zeus looks as if he's already having trouble formulating words. "Well... maybe just this once..."

Once? Not if you can help it.

[cypheroo]

Morning Confessions | Laurence Zvhal

"Hi can I request a fic with Laurance complementing the reader but she doesn’t believe him and he tries to prove that he serious?"

Word count : 774

Tw : none?

AN : SO, I tried to follow the request :) AND I have two more Laurence ficss coming soon (a siren x Laurence one and an angsty Laurence one both of which are long asf), so I wanted to get this one written!

Laurence was so handsome…he had such a charm to him, and gosh even just a light graze of his touch would send Shivers up your spine. And he knew this, he knew because he looked at you a lot more now than before. His ‘accidental’ touches seemed to happen more now.

Some people would say he might be feeling the same way you do, but his eyes were for lord aphmau, not for you. And those thoughts alone kept you from asking him if he felt the same. He was just teasing you at this point, toying with you the way a flirt would with anyone, you and him being friends didn't make much of a difference either.

And this morning was no different, Laurence and you were both sitting in the town square, both sipping your respective drinks, chatting the early morning away. It was so nice, being able to meet with Laurence like this, sure you wished you'd be able to call this a date…but it was ok! You were content.

“Really! Come on, how long do you think Brendon will really be into kawaii-chan?” Laurence questioned, “I dunno? The real question is when another person will catch His eye” you answered jokingly. “True. I'm surprised he hasn't tried his hand at aphmau” Laurence joked before he took another sip of his drink. You Shrugged and Looked back out at the main square looking around, no one was really out this early, most still being inside asleep. It was quiet for a moment before you felt Laurence's eyes on you, you held still trying to act like you didn't notice, “your eyes look really pretty against the morning light, has anyone ever told you that?” Laurence asked, his voice a tad bit more serious this time.

You felt your stomach get butterflies over his words…his tone, and the idea that it Was directed to you? You turned your head to him and laughed softly, “and who are you trying to impress Mr?” You asked as you shook your head, “you're just being nice” you cleared your throat trying not to sound too shaken up by his words. “No, I'm being serious. your eyes are absolutely beautiful, if you don't mind” as the last Few words of his sentence left his mouth he set his drink on the floor and slowly cupped your cheeks, forcing you to face him, “let me get a closer look, honey” the pet name rolling off his tongue easily. His eyes narrowed as he focused on your eyes.

You felt your face get warm, hell you felt your whole body get warm as the man in front of you studied your face, “your eyes are stunning�� he moved his bottom lip between his teeth as he tilted his head.

You couldn't take it as you pulled away and stood up, “oh wow, haha. Funny joke Laurence you can quit it now” you waved him off and faced away from him, trying to calm yourself down.

“joke?” Laurence joined you in standing up. “I'm not kidding. seriously” he insisted. Before you looked back at him with some fake unimpressed look. “Laurence you gotta stop testing out your little pick up lines on me” you said with a small smile and furrowed brows. Your look was matched with laurences confused look, “testing? You think I'm testing them on you?” He asked, almost flabbergasted. “yeah? For lord aphmau, you know full well she'd never let you cup her face like that” you continued with a small hum.

Laurence was quiet for a while, he was absolutely surprised you'd even bring lord aphmau into this when he had been trying to hint at you for months about his feelings about you.

“none of anything I've said to you has been for testing, not for lord aphmau or anyone else.” He stated, his eyes slightly more assured, “to put it quite frankly you're the only one I've used these ‘pick up lines’ on. His words were very self assured which made you confused, “wait so…everything you've said- no way laurence” you couldn't even fathom it. “No way? No way I'm looking at you with hearts in my eyes?” Laurence joked as he crossed his arms. “No way I say these things to get you flustered?” He continued, “no way I say what I mean?” He whispered close to your ear.

You shook your head, “no that'd mean-” you started as Laurence nodded, “that I've fallen for you?” Laurence finished. He nodded with a laugh. His hand slowly grazing your shoulder as he moved in front of you, "Baby, im in love with you. And eyes don't lie. It's clear you feel the same, " he purred as he moved closer to you. "So understand my words are made for only you to hear," he continued. "So please... take my compliment?" He asked with that stupid smirk you hated to love. It was when your eyes met his once more that you slowly smiled and nodded.

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[pastel-peach-writes]

caitvi x reader modern au flirting w u PPLSDDHDYDYVZ

SQUEEEE LETS GO

Catch Me In Vegas, Catch Me In Tokyo | CaitVi X Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: headcanons of CaitVi flirting with you!

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Lower Case Intended, MINOR nsfw, Vi's a little shit, Caitlyn is too, Brief Modern AU, No Use Of Y/n, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– okay so, believe it or not but caitvi loves flirting with you.

– (i mean, i'd believe it but i digress)

– when they're not teaming up against you, they have different flirting styles.

– vi's is sly, cocky, and blunt. caitlyn's is more subtle and uses (soft) touch and facial expressions.

– when vi flirts, she's always smirking. she'd lean back on whatever wall or surface she can and she'll lower her eyelids.

– a lot of "oh, yeah?"'s and "is that so?" with her!

– if you're an easily flustered individual, she will push the boundary so far she might as well be across the border.

– she'll lean down to you if you're shorter or press her body against yours if you're taller.

– did i mention she'll also lower her voice!!!

– vi knows all of your tells. all of them.

– she'll notice when you rub your thighs together, if you press your lips in a thin line to avoid a flustered noise, or even if you play with your fingers to distract you from her flirts.

– if you think she won't tell caitlyn, boy are you dead wrong.

– after first figuring out your tells, she'll run to caitlyn like an excited puppy or a kid when they learn something new from school.

– "cupcake! guess what i found out? no, don't just tell me to tell you... guess!"

– as soon as she lets the cat out of the bag, caitlyn's smirking and already thinking of ways to see these tells herself.

– obviously, she can't let vi know of her devilish actions (not yet at least) so she tells her not to exploit them while thinking of a way to exploit them herself.

– after that situation, caitlyn will find you and make basic conversation.

– she'll ask about your day, work, if you saw any cute animals on the way home, but then... when the conversation is slowing down and there's silence that's filled with romantic tension, she'll say

– "you're beautiful, did you know that?"

– it's tame sure, but cait wants to ease you into the flustering. she wants to see your walls slowly crumble and your facade fade.

– it's a bit sinister ngl...

– after a bashful thank you, you assume that's the end of that, but you were wrong!

– if you don't mind your hair being played with, caitlyn will run her fingers through it or compliment your protective hairstyle and how it suits you.

– she'll go on to compliment every. single. feature. on your face.

– you got freckles? they're complimented. you got beauty marks? complimented! nose bridge? compliment. big ass glasses? COMPLIMENT! needless to say, she'll compliment you from your forehead all the way to your lips.

– all while remaining intense contact and biting on her lip every once and a while.

– as mentioned above, the compliments are tame but the more they come, the more flustered you get.

– you bring your shoulders to your ears and with another bashful smile and warm cheeks, you thank her. you swore you could hear her whisper "bingo", but your ears were ringing from all the blood being rushed to your face.

– after that whole fiasco, it's like the flirting never stops with those two. caitlyn would compliment you on your outfit and vi would make a comment about how much better it would look on the floor.

– caitlyn has no other choice but to agree.

– during kisses and makeouts, they would have you sandwiched between them. that's their favorite thing.

– you can't escape and let's be honest, who wouldn't want to be sandwiched between these two?

– with swollen lips, you'd pant to catch your breath. vi from behind you brings her lips to her ears and whispers absolutely anything she could to keep you in the mood.

– "you wanna keep going?" "you look so pretty with your eyes dazed like that." "you're such a sweet little thing."

– meannnwhile

– caitlyn is on the opposite side either kissing on your neck, rubbing your thigh, or agreeing with vi.

– honest to god, caitlyn really loves seeing you an absolute mess.

– without sounding too possessive, she likes knowing she has some hold over you. it makes her feel in control somehow and knowing all she has to do is look at you in a certain way? oh buddy, you're in for it.

– MOVING ON BC WE GOT A BIT CARRIED AWAY

– vi will call you out on your staring.

– you stare at her arm muscles? she'll wink and tell you to take a picture.

– you're staring a bit too hard at caitlyn's outfit? she'll be like: "oh, cupcake. i think someone is in love with what you have on today."

– she likes ebing a little shit like that and its even worse when caitlyn chimes in

– "oh yeah?" (totally took that from vi) "well, what do you like about it then? should i lean over to hear you better? or should we talk in someplace more private?" and she says all of this while walking to you with a smirk!!

– vi is just in the back smirking proudly with her arms crossed.

– and oh my goodness, don't get me started on the modern au aspects.

– during the talking stages, caitlyn would take screenshots of EVERY. CONVERSATION.

– she says it's because she wants to save the memories but let's be honest, she wants to reread you getting flustered over text.

– after realizing what caitlyn does, vi decides to do the same but for different reasons...

– blackmail~~

– if you DARE to say "what? i didn't say that." "that's not me!"

– here comes the recipts of you in fact saying that and your content photo is included so you couldn't dare back out now.

– "what's this then?" vi would send every time she pulls up a receipt.

– by your delayed response, she can tell she caught you in the act and she'll cackle.

– even if yall are in the same room and are in a relationship! - "you didn't say that? oh, okay. *send*" - your text response: "..." - vi's verbal response: "AAAHAHAHAH"

– caitlyn doesn't even have to be in the room to know she sent a screenshot to the gc. she'll hear vi cackle in the other room and she'll just know.

WC: 1,028

[seospicybin]

FOLDER 103 PREVIEW.

Bangchan x reader. (s)

Synopsis: Everyone knows that the one item Chan always brings with him everywhere is his laptop but what they don't know is the contents of a secret folder named 103.

Preview under the cut!

...

Chan has been dating you for six months but what a time!

He's grateful to have found you, grateful that you understand him, and are always open to exploring new things with him. What he is truly grateful for is your trust.

Which also what Chan thinks is the sexiest part of this relationship, how you trust each other. He knows it's a hard thing to earn from someone yet you're giving it to him so easily and for that, he promised to never take it for granted.

Seeing all these photos and videos only amplify his longing for you, as much as he likes them, they're not as good as feeling you with his fingertips.

That soft skin, those pretty lips, that mouth that can do more than just moan his name, your warmth, your laughter, your body, you, you, and you.

As if his thought calling out to you, his phone ringing on his desk and he grins at the sight of your name on the screen.

"Hi, lovesick boy," you call him that to tease him.

He catches himself foolishly smiling in the mirror, "hey the girl in my wet dreams," he teases back.

You lowly chuckle and oh, how he misses hearing that close to his ear.

"What are you doing?" You ask.

Chan leans back on his chair until it reclines and considers for a moment if he should tell you the truth or not. He sucks air through his teeth and chooses a witty answer, "Thinking of you sitting on my face."

A wave of laughter breaks from the other end of the line and he can imagine what your face looks like when he said that. Chan knows you like it when he's being straightforward like this, you find it sexy.

"I'm not sure you'd make a good seat," you poke fun at him.

Chan pokes his cheek with his tongue and thinks of something cheeky to say back to you, "I wasn't born with a big nose for nothing."

That amuses you so much, another wave of laughter filling his ear and making the ache of his heart lessened.

"I'll see that myself," you say.

He closes his eyes so he can picture you talking to him without all this distance, "I miss you."

"What do you miss from me?" You playfully ask.

"The whole you, of course!" Chan shortly replies, feeling proud of giving you the best answer there is.

"My hole?" You pretend to mishear him.

Now it's Chan's turn to laugh so hard he almost falls off his chair, "well, yeah, that too," he jokingly adds.

"Three more days, baby, just three more days," you assure him with a smile that he can hear through the phone.

"What should I do by then?"

"Do not touch yourself," you answer without thinking.

Chan hisses as he glances down at his hard cock, bulging inside the confine of his sweatpants.

"No?" You ask since he takes a long time to answer.

Chan pinches the bridge of his nose, wanting to say yes but he knows it wouldn't be an easy task to do so.

"I'm not—" he sighs instead of finishing his sentence.

"I don't want you to cum anywhere else but inside me," you mewl at him, using that sultry voice you always use when you're being needy.

"Okay, baby?"

It's pretty obvious that he's weak for you, he would drop to his knees easily for you, worship you like a goddess you are so if you assigned him a task, he'd better do his best to succeed at it.

"For you, yes," he finally answers.

He can hear you smiling on the phone, "good boy," you coo at him.

"And what does a good boy get?" He teases you.

"A lot of fun things," you reply with a low, sultry voice, "and more."

His ears perk up at the sound of that, a lot of fun things with you, and more. He exhales air out of his mouth to calm himself down.

As soon as he hangs up the phone, Chan is getting up from his chair, groaning at how will he endure three days of not being able to get a release.

"Time for a cold shower, Chan!" He tells himself as he looks down at the bulge in his sweatpants, having no other option but to tame his desire.

...

Full fic will be posted tomorrow!

[campoverlook-if]

hello! could i ask for a 'whole world in my hands' reaction for daniel? and maybe ruby too if you don't mind?

You remember how you asked me this and it's taken months for me to do it. Pepperidge Farm remembers.

But seriously I'm sorry for taking so long with this. I haven't finished the one for Daniel yet, but I hope you like Ruby's in the meantime!

RUBY - You’ve been looking around camp for Ruby, ever since you saw her dash off thirty minutes ago…

"Ruby?" you call out, peering into the dimly lit mess hall. You hear a rustling sound from the far side of the room and watch as a figure emerges from the shadows.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Ruby says. She's seated at a table in the far corner of the room, waving her hand to catch your attention more easily.

“I was gonna ask you that, why are you sitting out here?” you ask, walking over to sit next to her. It was weird for her to be sitting in the mess hall in the dark like this. Not only did the place become incredibly eerie at night, but everyone else was at the campfire.

Ruby gives you a smile and shrugs her shoulders. "Oh, just... just hanging around..." She leans her arms on the table and looks away, her smile fading.

Your eyes show concern as you move slightly closer to her. “Is something wrong?”

Ruby looks back up at you, her face a mixture of shock and worry at your question. "No, no... I'm fine," she says, but her words do little to convince you that everything is alright.

She realizes it too and averts her gaze back to the table. After a prolonged silence, she finally says, “One of the girls asked me for advice, and I couldn't give it to her.”

You frown. Someone asked her a question and now she’s hiding in the mess hall? “What’d she ask?”

Ruby drummed her fingers on the table, pursing her lips as she hesitated. It was clear she was stalling. "She likes someone. She wanted me to give her some advice about asking someone out, or showing that she likes them, or—or anything that might be helpful!"

Ah, love problems. Even worse—young love problems. You'd likely feel real embarrassed if any of your kids asked for your advice, but would you be so mortified that you'd have to hide yourself away in the empty mess hall? “And you couldn’t?”

"I don't have much experience with relationships. It's difficult for me to..." Ruby glanced around the mess hall nervously, and when her eyes met yours, she quickly looked away again.

You rubbed your hands together, feeling the tension in the air, trying to push aside thoughts about what she was going to say. “So, her crush doesn’t know?”

Ruby sighed. "She's tried to hint at it, but it seems the kid isn't catching on. I'm not sure how she could make it more obvious."

Yeah, because hints are always better than just telling someone you’re interested in them. Then again, you haven’t exactly been truthful about your own feelings either.

Choosing not to address that little tidbit, you instead shift your focus. “What do you think is romantic?”

Ruby brightens at your question, her face lighting up and her eyes widening in thought. “Words are pretty nice,” she says, turning towards you with a slight smile. “I like it when I watch movies and the love interest just talks about how much the person means to them.”

You smiled back at her, imagining Ruby curled up in her bed, watching a romance film under the covers. You pictured her grinning from ear to ear at a confession scene, secretly wishing for that kind of moment in her own life.

If it was up to you, she’d have that moment everyday of her life.

You have to scoot the thought away, however. This is about one of the campers, not your feelings. “Kinda like, saying it’s ‘hard for me when you aren’t around’?” you suggest.

Ruby almost leaps out her seat at your answer, “Yes! I love that stuff!”

That still felt more like a hint than a genuine confession.. If this girl wanted to show her feelings, she’d have to make more of a grand gesture that was a lot more than just words. An idea strikes you, prompting a soft giggle at the thought of it. “Can I try something?”

Ruby gazes at you with a touch of suspicion in her eyes, clearly uneasy after you laughed without explaining the reason. Nonetheless, she nods, eager for any assistance to help her camper.

She nearly flinches as your hands approach her face, but she quickly reassures herself upon realizing it’s part of your demonstration. You gently place your hands on her face, resisting the urge to caress her cheeks with your thumbs.

Her eyes, filled with trust and an emotion you can’t quite make out, makes your heartbeat quicken. You maintain steady eye contact and say as clearly as possible, “When I hold you like this, it’s like I have the whole world in my hands.”

Ruby’s expression remains unchanged. In fact, she’s almost completely still, merely staring at you with wide eyes and a slightly trembling body. "Is that good?" you ask, worried that you might have just broken her.

“Yea-Yeah…” Ruby moves back from your hands, staring at them for a second before looking away.

You let out a puff of air, letting her go and scooting away a bit. “Then you should tell her to do something like that,” you say, trying to get your heart to calm down. “Or stop beating around the bush and tell the kid straight up that she likes them.”

Hypocrite.

“You’re right,” Ruby says after a long silence. She glances at you, your hands again, and then at the table. Her face totally flushed, but that soft smile she always wore plain on her face. “Thank you.”

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Kalim Al-Asim - Liongarb Vignette

"No can do!"

[Sunset Savanna – Sunset Villa]

Kalim: Aaah! Breakfast was so goood!

Lilia: I agree. The food from the street stalls sure were tasty, but a grand breakfast from a high-class hotel is also excellent.

Kalim: It's all thanks to Leona that I get to have fun and eat the same stuff as you guys.

Lilia: Alright, we still have a ton of time until the Catch the Tail tournament starts. What should we do?

Kalim: Then, let's head out to town! We gotta celebrate Tamashina-Mina in style!

Lilia: Yes, let's do that!

Jamil: So this is the Sunset Villa, where Kalim is staying.

Jamil: I'm sure he's still asleep. I should wake him up as soon as I can.

Jamil: Hey, Kalim. Time to wake up. I'll go over the plans for the day. First, we'll go pay our respects to the royal family…

Jamil: …

Jamil: KALIM'S NOT IN THE ROOM!! WH-WHERE DID HE GO!?

[Sunset Savanna – Market]

Kalim: Oooh, there's a huge crowd here today, too. Everyone looks like they're having sooo much fun. Oh, I love festivals so much!

Kalim: Ah! Look, there's some people playing some instruments over there!

Lilia: You're right. Street-side musical performances like this are quite charming.

Lilia: When I last came to this country, there were people singing and dancing to music in the streets, too.

Lilia: The people of this nation enjoy music in many aspects of their everyday lives. What a lovely culture of people.

Kalim: Oh, I know! Hey, what if we ask to play with 'em?

Lilia: Great idea! We can show them what the Pop Music Club can do.

Kalim: Heeey! We wanna join you guys!

Townperson A: Yeah, sure, you're totally welcome to! Pick whatever instrument you'd like.

Kalim: Awesome. Thanks!

Kalim: Ummm… Which one should I choose? There's so many instruments here I've never seen before.

Lilia: These are all traditional instruments from the Sunset Savanna. …Oh! I've played this flute before.

Kalim: I think I could pick it up easily if it's some kind of drum. I play percussion all the time back in the Scalding Sands.

Kalim: Alright, let's play!

[playing ♪]

Townperson B: Hey, you guys are pretty good! I dig it!

Kalim: Really? All your singing and dancing's super awesome too!

Townperson A: Thanks, man!

Kalim: Heheheh, this is sooo fun!

Kalim: It woulda been great if Cater was here so we'd have the whole band together. That woulda been so much more fun.

Lilia: Agreed. We have to have fun for his sake too! And we'll tell him this story when we get back ♪

Kalim: Yeah! Let's go, Lilia!!

[playing ♪]

Kalim: Let's go! Everyone dance!

Townperson A: Thanks to your performances, so many more people are joining in!

Lilia: Woah, I didn't even notice that we're completely surrounded by a ton of the city folk. The Pop Music Club's free performance grand tour is a huge success!

Lilia: Kufufu. Even in a foreign country, we were able to show everyone exactly what we're capable of.

Townperson B: Tamashina-Mina is rain festival. It's said that the more energy thrown into it, the more rain we'll get.

Kalim: Oookay. Then we gotta go even more all out!

Townperson A: Thanks. This fruit is for you. Take it.

Kalim: Thanks! I'll bring it safely back home with me.

Townperson B: I'll give you this accessory too. I handmade this!

Townperson C: You should take one of the ornaments I have at my store, too. Take it as a memento of our fun performance together.

Kalim: Thanks so much for everything! Ahahah! Man, I really love festivals!

[Sunset Savanna – Arena]

Scalding Sands Staff Member: DID YOU FIND HIM OVER THERE――!!??

Jamil: HE'S NOT HERE――!!!

Jamil: This is bad… The Catch the Tail tournament is going to start soon.

Jamil: Kalim has to watch the competition from the VIP seats, so where did he go…!?

Referee: We'll now begin the first bout of the first match of the first round!

Referee: First competitor of the Night Raven College Team! Please step onto the arena!

???: YEAH!

Jamil: That voice, there's no way…

Jamil: K-KALIMMMM!?

[Sunset Savanna – Arena]

Referee: Now the second round will begin!!

Kalim: I lost my first match, so… I have to move just as Leona said this time.

Kalim: I gotta make sure I don't get my beads taken…

Woman on Opposing Team: You're not going to attack? Then I'll have to make the first move. Hah!!

Kalim: Now!

Woman on Opposing Team: Oh no, a counter!?

Kalim: Haah!

Woman on Opposing Team: H-He just jumped aside. He was just trying to get away. Whew, that startled me. But this time, I'll definitely…

Kalim: Hup!

[shup]

Woman on Opposing Team: Hey, stop running away!

Kalim: Sorry, no can do!

[dash]

Woman on Opposing Team: [heavy breathing] …This kid's been dancing around the ring the whole time…

Referee: That's time! This match is a draw!

Woman on Opposing Team: A draw!? Urgh, what an incomprehensible way to end the match…

Kalim: Yay, just as planned!

Kalim: I'm gonna keep it up for the next one too!!

[Sunset Savanna – Sunrise City]

―After the Catch the Tail victory

Kalim: …Wheeew, the wind feels so good!

Leona: Sorry to ruin your fun, but the little drive is over.

Leona: Once we park the car, we're going back to campus right away. Kalim should head back to the hotel as soon as possible…

Vil: Oh? There's a large number of cars coming this way at breakneck speeds.

Vil: Perhaps it's [Yuu] and the others?

Lilia: No, wait. That is…

Jamil: KALIM… I FINALLY FOUND YOU!!!

Scalding Sands Staff Members: KALIM-SAMA～～～!

Kalim: Jamil! Everyone!

Leona: Your entourage came at the perfect time, huh.

Lilia: They're all drenched in sweat. Looks like they were really rushing to catch up to us.

Scalding Sands Staff Members: K-Kalim-sama! Are you hurt!?

Kalim: Nope. Did you watch my matches?

Jamil: YEAH I SAW!!!!

Kalim: We won, you know! It feels so good!

Jamil: Do you really think now's the time to talk about that!?

Jamil: Can you even imagine how much everyone was worried about you…? And anyway, why was a guest of honor like you participating in the tournament in the first place!?

Kalim: That's because Jack collapsed… Oh, wait, I was supposed to keep that a secret.

Jamil: "Keep that a secret"? Is someone forcing you to stay silent about this?

Jamil: Don't tell me… Leona-senpai, were you the cause of all this?

Leona: The cause? Hey now, you're trying to paint me in a bad light, here.

Leona: All I did was rely on the kindness of my "friend" here. Right, Kalim?

Kalim: Yeah! Jack couldn't participate in the tournament, and it looked like everyone was in a bind.

Kalim: If there's anyone in trouble, it's only natural to try to help them, right? That's why I ended up joining them!

Jamil: Kalim, you were invited to this festival, not as a competitor, but as a guest.

Jamil: Your job here was to further the friendly ties between our countries. Not to enter in the tournament!

Jamil: What would you have done if you had gotten hurt!?

Kalim: Hahaha. You worry too much! See, I'm never better!

Jamil: That's not the point…

Townperson A: Heeey, you guys! We saw your match on the TV. Congrats on the win!

Lilia: Oho, those guys… They're the guys we had a jam session with back at the Raintree Market this morning.

Kalim: You're right! You guys all came.

Kalim: We just drove through a ton of rain. I bet it's going to start raining over here soon, too.

Townperson B: That's great!

Townperson A: Yeah. I bet it's all thanks to you guys for livening up the festival!

Townperson B: Did you come from a different country?

Kalim: Yeah. I was born in the Scalding Sands.

Townperson A: Wow. If there's more people like you there, the Scalding Sands must be a great place.

Kalim: It's an amazing country! If you ever get the chance, you should come and visit!

Townperson A: Yeah! Bye then.

Leona: Looks like he was able to further the ties between the countries as the heir to the Asim family there.

Jamil: …That is not what I mean at all. You of all people should understand what I mean, Leona-senpai.

Kalim: Hm? Isn't it better if everyone gets along, though?

Jamil: Sigh... We're not getting through to each other at all. Why does this always happen?

Kalim: I got to sightsee, train, and compete with everyone and had a blast…

Kalim: Oh, yeah! Next time, you should join us in Catch the Tail, Jamil!

Leona: Heh, that'd be great. If Jamil was there, that'd be a load off my back.

Kalim: You think so too, Leona!?

Jamil/Scalding Sands Staff Member: …

Jamil: I never… I never want to come to Sunset Savanna ever again.

Kalim: That was a really amazing trip. I can't wait to come back to Sunset Savanna with everyone again!

Requested by @mister-jedblack.

[the-bar-sinister]

Chains of the Dragon (46975 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth

catch up here

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October 3, 2028– 9:45 pm 

"Ever slept in a palace before, Wright?" Betty asked, sizing Trucy up as much as the room they'd been stowed in.

Trucy glanced back over at her with a broad grin. 

“have you, lord dracula?”

The rooms were gorgeous…bigger than anywhere she’d ever stayed before by far. It was the fulfillment of a private dream she hadn’t told anyone aside from her father.

One day I’m going to stay in a palace.  And here she was…though she wasn’t going to admit it was her first time so easily to the ever competitive Betty.

Bonny had carried in her sister’s bags, peeking around from behind them at the sprawling architecture with a curious grin, even as she wobbled on her feet “It’s so pretty…” 

"I asked you first, Wright," Betty sneered. She shrugged. "Anyway, it's pretty decent digs.Shame about the country of course."

She watched as her sister wobbled her way across the floor. With a sigh, she grabbed one of the bags.

Bonny sighed with relief. 

“Thank you Betty…” she smiled tiredly at her before dropping the bags on the bed.

“To answer your question, no, not yet.” Trucy stuck her tongue out. “...but it’s just what I’d always hoped. Shame about the whole ‘inner turmoil’ thing, though. Seems I can’t go five feet without stumbling into international incidents!” 

"Seems like," Betty nodded. She unzipped the suitcase she'd taken and started going through it. "How'd the reunion with your brother go, anyway? You never exactly said."

“Oh, you know.” Trucy chirped. “lots of hugging, lots of crying. Lots of telling him that everything we knew was a lie perpetrated by my family legacy’s allergy to telling the truth and being normal about anything.”

“That…that doesn’t exactly sound like it went great, Miss Trucy.” Bonny turned with genuine concern in her voice. 

"I mean it doesn't sound like anyone got shot or stabbed so I actually agree with Wright," Betty snorted. "What's the plan from here, boss?"

“Boss. I love the sound of that.” Trucy grinned as she slung an arm around Betty “the plan’s simple…I can’t convince Apollo to just up and leave, sadly…but we might be able to jury rig a way to get all this crap tying him here out of the way faster. A little magic trick to speed up this whole retrial business.”

Bonny nodded seriously, twisting her finger in her hair “make…the paperwork disappear?” 

"Didn't you hear her the first time, Bonny?" Betty grinned mischievously. She bopped her sister gently on the back of the head as she leaned against Trucy. "We're gonna rig the jury."

“Oop!!” Bonny squeaked with a rabbit like startle, before she fell against Trucy’s other side. “Oooh…that makes sense.”

Trucy laughed, both at their antics and everything else. She had to admit– she’d been glad when she actually dragged the De Fammes into her troupe. When she convinced them to join the Wright Anything Agency despite her struggles, her cynicism, after the Retinz trial.

They had a fantastic rapport.

“It’s kinda the general plan – at the same time I don’t think they have a jury here. They used to just have a big pool that everyone would look into and point to go ‘yeah obviously the defendant’s the killer, that puddle looks like ‘em.’ you know?.” 

"Great, so trial by magic 8 ball. You'd think that would go pretty fast," Betty grumbled. "So what is the plan exactly? Or are we going to improvise?"

“I think it went too fast, Betty. That was kinda the problem they’re cleanin’ up after now.” Trucy bopped her lightly atop the head.

“I don’t have a plan…yet….no…wait.”

She put her hand to her chin “..Bonny, Betty. Babes. My brother’s only going so slow because he’s literally the only defense attorney here, right?”

“Wait, like..literally the only one?” Bonny asked “I thought that was an exaggeration… that’s…gosh.” 

Betty tapped her foot. "So what are we gonna do– pull an attorney out of our hats?"

Trucy tipped her hat with a playful grin, her smile from ear to ear “That’s right, Betty! A wave of the magic wand and just call me Trucy Wright….Ace Attorney at Law~” 

October 4, 2028– 6:15 am 

Klavier was not exactly up bright and early, but he was up early, and carefully doing his makeup in the mirror sitting on his suitcase while he let Ema sleep in for a little while. He brushed his hair, checking the sides where the shaved parts were starting to grow in again. It was getting to be the time where he'd have to make a decision about whether to keep cutting it or not.

While he was doing his lipstick there was a sharp knock at the door and he winced as it roused Ema.

“GAHHhhurggh…” Elegant as always, Ema rose from the sheets with her hair splayed around her face in a hectic tangle, her bleary eyes glaring at the door. “what’s a woman gotta do to …to fucking sleep in around here?” 

"One wonders, Fraulein," he said, getting up and hurrying over to the door. "Go ahead and stay in bed for the moment, ja?"

He stepped outside for a moment and was surprised by a guard waiting there, who passed him 'a request on behalf of the lord regent'.

When he stepped back inside, Ema was roughly running a brush through her hair by his mirror, bleary and glaring at her own reflection as she sat in her underwear.

“Please tell me it was room service with some coffee.” 

"Nein, liebchen, nothing so mundane," he chuckled, playing with the long strands of his hair. "But we are being issued a royal invitation– to a strategy meeting and breakfast."

Ema brushed furiously at a tangle in her hair for a moment, wincing as it snagged on the brush.

“Oh! Yeah I shoulda e–ugh…ouch…shoulda expected that. We used to have a lot of those when there was that rash of trials.” She looked over her shoulder at him “...you’re really gonna do this huh? I’m glad.” 

"Let it never be said that I'm not a man who does what is needed," Klavier smiled slightly. He went to Ema's suitcase– and then remembered it was her own room they were in. He went to her wardrobe and started pulling out clothing for her. "And it is clear that herr horn head and the prince and you are in a desperate time of need, ja?"

Emma bit her lip as she finally tamed her hair enough to tie part of it up behind her, letting the rest of it fall in waves around her shoulders. 

“...I’d say. I knew it was bad but it’s worse than I even thought.” She sighed and leaned back in the chair “...we really gotta fix this.” 

"Ja, it's pretty clear." He pulled out some clothes and laid them out on the bed for her. A pair of her favorite chocolate colored pants, a cream button down shirt, maroon vest, and a tie. He hesitated before he spoke again, but admitted. "Fraulein, I have read fantasy novels that begin this way."

Ema stood and walked over to the bed with a stretch, glancing over at him as she started to shimmy into her pants, hiking them up over her hips. “....you have, huh? I think I’ve read the same ones.” 

"Ja, and they don't usually end well for the royals, eh, liebchen?" He had already dressed, and tugged at the hems of his amethyst tone suit jacket. "I would like to try to avert that, since you've gotten to know them so well. A beheading here seems tragic, wouldn't you say?"

Ema winced, and she sucked in sharp breath as she buttoned up her shirt. 

“...yeah, look. The last thing I want is for Nahyuta or Rayfa to be fucking executed. I’m not exactly Ms. Pro-Monarchy, you know? I just don’t want them to be hurt.” SHe smoothed out her shirt with a frown, and reached for her vest “...so we’ve gotta do something before this turns into a classic RPG sad backstory.” 

"For herr horn head? He certainly doesn't need another one." Klavier shook his head. "I am worried about her highness Rayfa as well. She's really the queen now? A child queen? With Nahyuta as her advisor?"

Ema hissed through her teeth. 

“...I mean yeah, she’s basically the queen. It’ll be official the exact moment she manages to summon a spirit into herself, and until then she’s the queen with Nahyuta as her regent and advisor.” She didn’t look happy about it as she worked at her tie. “The poor kid was overworked before…having to do the dance of devotion for every trial this country ever had, but now she’s got no time at all…and Yuta’s been slowly coming apart at the seams.” 

"Not a good state to be running a state in," Klavier said darkly as the thought settled on him. "Summon a spirit— fraulein, is this country's monarchy decided by some kind of magical and spiritual means?"

It wasn't that Klavier didn't believe in magic. It was more that he wanted to believe in it, but hadn't seen anything that convinced him. If magic was real, surely things would have been different.

And magic was no kind of lie to run a monarchy on. Divine right of kings… unacceptable.

“Yeah– that was actually how they got Ga’ran deposed…especially since it led to us all figuring out she killed Apollo’s dad and ‘fake killed’ her sister and blamed Nahyuta and Rayfa’s father. She didn’t have…have any of the magic talent her sister did, she she got passed over for the crown.”

Her brow furrowed “...only a spirit medium can rule as Queen, one who has proven themselves able to summon the spirits of the dead and channel them. Rayfa can see their last moments…she can’t channel them yet.” 

"Oh naturally," Klavier drawled. "Wunderbar, this gets better and better."

He took a deep, steadying breath and put his hands on Ema's shoulders, straightening the lines and hems of her clothing for her.

There was not an obvious way forward in this. Well. There was, but somehow he didn't think the little queen and her advisor would be keen to 'abdicate while the abdication's good.'

“Trust me, Klav.” Ema said in a quiet voice, a voice he realized was heavy with worry as she continued “I don’t like it either. The whole Ga’ran thing may not have been such a shitshow if this magical right of queens shit wasn’t real…and everyone’s working themselves to death, for what? The people ain’t happy. They’re not happy. It’s a mess.”

She finished tying her tie and tucked it under her vest with a sad laugh.

“But I’m not gonna be able to do shit to convince anyone to leave and go back to doing what they love when the weight of responsibility’s out there pushing them down. I’m hardly a great example.” 

"Ja, I understand that. Even if I have lived the opposite in the past." He shook his head, rubbing her shoulders again as he stood behind her. "Alright, you said the former queen is still alive. Presumably she knows the spirit summoning trick, ja? If Rayfa performs it, will the people of the country be pacified for a while?"

“Amara?” Ema scoffed, and venom dripped into her voice as she sharply tightened her tie. “good luck getting her to teach Rayfa it. I mean…I think she is but her teaching methods leave much to be fucking desired. The answer’s ‘probably, but’.” 

"Alright, forget Amara then," Klavier nodded. He scooped his arms under her armpits and around her waist. "We have three magicians with us. Between Trucy and the De Fammes we can put on a more convincing show than the country has ever seen. I ask again– will the trick pacify the yokels?"

Ema leaned back into him with a frown. “Maybe. Most of them. But the dragons who apparently decided they weren’t happy with their old boss’ standard MO and leanings might not be.” 

Klavier sighed. "Well, I hate to fall back on tyranny, liebchen. But it sounds like these 'dragons' are probably in violation of the law? Are we not about to discuss a crime being committed? It hurts my rebel spirit to say it but do they not perhaps belong in jail after conviction for their crimes?"

Ema groaned and thumped her head back against his chest. 

“...why’d I have to fall in love with a fucking prince.” she muttered under her breath “I hate politics.” 

Klavier kissed her on the neck and sighed, holding her close. "There there, liebchen. He is very pretty, so I can't blame you. But we need to rescue this prince or he's going to very quickly become an ex-prince. Unless he is much more tyrannically inclined than he seemed last night. It takes a… firm hand to rule a country that is troubled, ja?"

Certainly Klavier could imagine it– did imagine it for a moment. An icier take on the man he had met last night. Black gloved and quietly mad with power.

A man like that would know what to do about a few rebels. 

But he wouldn't be a good man.

“I mean, not anymore at least.” Ema leaned back to look up at Klavier “...he could be pretty ruthless, admittedly. Back when he was a prosecutor. Quietly giving everyone their last rites before they’d be thrown behind bars. But that was Ga’ran’s will. Nahyuta…”

She shook her head “you’re right. We’ve gotta save him.”

"Pretty and ruthless, you say?" Klavier smiled a little fondly, and shook himself out of the daydream. "Ja, we'll save him. I don't know how yet, but maybe we'll get a brainwave at this meeting. And we shouldn't keep your prince waiting."

He released her from his arms, and offered her his hand.

Ema squeezed his hand with a huff and a flush. 

“...doesn’t have to be only my prince, if you play your cards right, piano man.” 

"Unfortunately, skill with cards doesn't run in my blood," he chuckled.leading her to the door. "But maybe I can play the right notes instead, ja?."

October 4, 2028– 6:25 am

Apollo and Nahyuta made their way to the garden only shortly after the servants and guards had set up the light breakfast– out of the way of any potential clues to the graffiti crime that might have been missed.

Apollo scowled at it as they passed it, skirting the police line that Ema had set up.

"I really can't believe it."

“Unfortunately..” Nahyuta sighed. “I can. It was perhaps naive to imagine they might accept us right away. Father was beloved as a dragon…Mother was beloved as a queen…but we’re a little more… controversial. I suppose.” 

"I still don't understand why she didn't take the throne back, but. it is what it is," Apollo murmured. There were footsteps from down the way they'd just come, and Apollo saw Trucy and the De Fammes coming along the way.

He waved them over, cutting off wherever else they might have chased that thought.

Trucy’s smile went ear to ear the moment she saw Apollo, and she came running up with a cheerful wave that died only a second later when she happened to glance on Nahyuta.

Her eyes narrowed over her faux-cheerful smile. 

“....good morning, big brother. Good morning Mr. Last Rites Prosecutor.” 

“You can call me Nahyuta, Miss Wright.” Nahyuta gave her a smile.

"Morning, Trucy. Heh– little sis." Apollo reached out and teasingly grabbed the brim of her hat. It was so strange to think about. He actually had family. It was… a lot to think about. He'd hardly had time to process it.

The De Famme twins stood behind like backup dancers– though Apollo noticed at least one of them looking Nahyuta over curiously.

Nahyuta turned his long lashed stare towards the three of them, bowing his head. 

“thank you for joining us so early.”

One of the bunnies…Bonny, Apollo could recognize, put her finger to her chin with a smile as she looked them over curiously “never a problem with nice company…right sis?”

Trucy laughed with her hand on her hip, “Not a problem at all, Mr. Nahyuta, sir~”

Apollo could feel his bracelet tighten a bit at his sister’s big grin and cheerful declaration.

He glanced her way– but there was nothing wrong with a polite lie when you didn't want to get up early.

"Eh, it's probably worth getting up for at least," the other bunny shrugged, tapping her cane on the ground. "At least there's tea. Wanna get me a cup, Bon?"

As they started toward the table, Ema and Klavier turned the corner.

"Looks like the meeting's going to get started," Apollo said with a nervous smile. "So… definitely a good time for that tea."

The tea was poured in short order, and the conversation grew from there. Ema had murmured about her desperation for coffee at first, but quickly melted out of her grumpy mood to chatter pleasantly and give her greetings to Apollo, Nahyuta and Trucy’s troupe. For some reason..she really seemed to be trying to get Klavier to talk to Nahyuta.

Trucy sipped her tea, excitedly trying to get Apollo’s attention as she sat almost cuddled between the flanking assistant…though her eyes kept straying with a curious expression towards Nahyuta while they spoke. 

"So," Klavier said as the idle chatter died and drifted toward business. "As I understand it there are two big topics that we must address today, ja? Firstly, the state of the court and these legal proceedings on you and herr horn head's shoulders, and secondly the ah…. political unrest that has led to the unsolved crime in this garden."

Nahyuta sighed, running his hand through his hair with a smile “yes…I know we did some preliminary investigation yesterday…Miss Skye, anything to report?”

Ema looked up from her tea with a grin “not yet, sir, still waiting on the results from my support team. But it’s my hope we can get some kinda lead from it.”

"Why don't we discuss the court situation first then?" Apollo suggested rubbing the back of his neck. "If Klavier's willing to stay for a while and take some of the case load off of Nahyuta, that would free him up to at least handle some of the political things that have been falling to Rayfa, right?"

He glanced at Nahyuta, to see how he reacted to the suggestion.

Nahyuta looked over at Klavier with a thoughtful expression before he nodded with approval. “Honestly…that would be a tremendous help to us both. Thank you, Klavier. I’ll want to talk to you about that some time in private so I can give you a rundown of Khura’in law.”

Trucy suddenly sat up and slapped her hands on the table “Troupe Wright has a plan too!!” she suddenly announced. 

"I'll need the rundown, mein prinz, but I'm at your service," Klavier said with one of his melodramatic little flourishes. He turned to Trucy. "Let's hear what the magician has to say, ja?"

Apollo had startled at Trucy's sudden movement and she immediately had his full attention. What the heck was she going to suggest?

Knowing Trucy, it could be anything.

Trucy snapped her fingers, and Bonny leapt into motion…her umbrella snapped open to cover Trucy for a moment, and when it closed she was gone.

A moment later she popped out behind Apollo with a broad smile and her magic panties in hand , counting a cheerful

“One, two , three!!” and pulling something small and glistening in the morning sun from within…

Apollo’s defense badge.

“Defense Attorney Trucy Wright, at your majesty’s service~~” 

Apollo squealed and groped at his chest where the badge should have been– then stared at her. "Again, Trucy?"

Klavier meanwhile laughed and clapped. "A good trick, fraulein, marvelous!"

“Thank you, thank you!” Trucy dipped into a low bow as she pinned the badge on her lapel “...I hereby offer my services as counsel to the accused to alleviate the burden on my big brother!” 

Apollo kept staring at her. She was being serious, despite the act.

"Trucy, that's a wonderful, generous offer. There's only one problem," he pointed out. "You're not a lawyer. You haven't even graduated highschool. You don't even go to the lawyer high school."

“But I’ve been working as co-counsel for you for like…years now, Polly!” she puffed her cheeks with her hands on her hips “I mean…I know law just as good as anyone else! Daddy taught me, you’ve taught me…I..”

She pointed at him “I usually figured things out even before YOU did! And you’re buddy buddy with the prince here, aren’t you? I’m doing this to help you, so I’m SURE they can make some kind of exception!” 

Apollo looked helplessly at Nahyuta. "Well– what do you think? I mean, she has helped me out in court plenty before, but… I mean this is serious. Could we really…?"

Ema leaned on her hand “...Trucy Wright, Ace Attorney?” she snickered “has a ring to it…but she’s kinda young?”

Nahyuta looked at Trucy with a thoughtful hum. 

“...I remember the Gramaryeland trial.” he said slowly “you proved yourself a young lady of good heart and firm conviction against the accusations of an impure and hateful soul.”

“Y-yeah.” Trucy huffed “I mean, yeah, I sure had to!” 

"How does it work legally here, herr engel?" Klavier asked. "Who is allowed to defend another in court?"

“While it’s customary to attend legal training at the temple, the strict requirement is the approval of the Justice Department and the signing of your license.”

“Trucy Wright doesn’t need to pass the bar.” Trucy rubbed her hands together.

"And I imagine, mein prinz, that you are in charge of the Justice Department?" Klavier asked.

Apollo was getting more and more uncomfortable. He was glad that Trucy wanted to help him but…

Is this really okay?

Most of the trials that we're looking at aren't even that serious, Apollo. Its not like she'll have to defend murders. She could just do the paperwork, essentially.

I suppose… it would take a lot of pressure off.

Nahyuta answered thoughtfully. 

“Normally I would deny a request like this ...trials are not to be taken lightly after all. The training one typically receives is for good reason.” He looked up at Trucy as she started to frown, “but these retrials …they’re predominantly paperwork and evidence review. If she’s interested in law, then it can serve as a sort of…” he thought for a moment “training. As head of the department of Justice, I’ll allow it. Tentatively."

Trucy crossed her arms with a nod “Thanks…this is all to help Polly, after all.” 

"As long as it's just the excess paperwork, and kind of a training thing," Apollo nodded. "That should be fine– and it really would take a lot of the weight off our shoulders."

Klavier grinned. "Wunderbar! I was actually going to bring up something of the same myself, but it seems Trucy had the idea as well.."

Ema nodded with a chuckle. 

“yeah…it looks like she did.” She looked at Trucy with a curious look in her eyes, perhaps wondering just how much of it was ‘just to help’ and how much was some hidden excitement.

Trucy put her hands on her hips with a laugh “Wunderbar!! Now you’re not gonna have a heart attack while defending a hundred guys a day, Polly!” 

Apollo laughed– but it was hardly even a joke, was it. "Thanks, Trucy. You're the best."

Klavier clapped. "Fantastisch! Then perhaps we should move to the other topic, and leave the details for now?"

“Ja~” Trucy said with a big grin at Klavier.

Somehow, she’d started picking up the German. 

Somehow, Apollo felt just a little more exhausted. But hopeful.

–

October 4, 2028– 7:15 am 

The group split after breakfast, Ema and Apollo to get the results of the investigation and carry it forward, leaving Klavier, Trucy and Nahyuta headed to the palace's judicial offices to make the new arrangement legal. The De Fammes had said something about 'seeing the sights'.

"So how do you feel to be working as an attorney, fraulein?" Klavier asked as they headed down the palace hall.

Trucy grinned with her hands folded behind her back. It felt good, honestly…ever since the idea came to her she’d felt a tingly sort of excitement at the idea. Attorney Trucy Wright, just like her daddy…just like Apollo. Someone who fought for a client to the bitter end, who— who solved mysteries and actually helped people..

“Honestly, kinda excited? Daddy always made it look so interesting…and I always loved standing on the bench with Apollo, ya know?”

Nahyuta hummed softly. “Surrounded by law as you are, I’m surprised you haven’t begun studies for it already, Miss Wright.”

Trucy puffed out her cheeks with a huff. “I mean, I’m a magician. A Gramarye magician… magic’s what I was pretty much born to do.” 

"Well, liebchen, if you like magic, you should stick with magic, ja? But you're the only one who decides what you were born to do. Did you know my father was a defense attorney?"

“Just like mine.” Nahyuta chuckled with his arms crossed delicately over his chest. “interesting…”

Trucy gasped, her hand going to her mouth. She hadn’t expected it…she knew Klavier’s brother was a defense attorney, but his father too? He’d come from a long line…and yet he didn’t follow in their footsteps. The same, it seemed went for Nahyuta. She felt a sting of frustration, remembering the Gramarye trial, and the accusations of her ‘impure soul’ and the expectation that he and Retinz seemed to have that she’d follow in the dark legacy her family name had sown. That she was just as bad, or would be soon enough.

“For real? He was? But you became a prosecutor, Klavvy! And you too, Last Rites Prosecu–”

“Please…” Nahyuta said with a quiet, almost desperate huff “Nahyuta is fine.” 

Klavier chuckled, though Trucy wasn't quite sure what elicited it.

"Poor Nahyuta– everyone makes you sound so big and scary. But your father was a defense attorney as well? Funny thing to have in common." He nodded to Trucy. "Ja, he was a very famous one in fact, but not one whose footsteps I would like to follow."

Famous…but not the one who’s footsteps he wanted to follow. She knew better than most exactly who he meant…her daddy had been very close with Mr. Kristoph for a long time, and it’d always been clear how much Klavier idolized him.

She couldn’t say it out loud, she knew it’d be a knife to Klavier’s heart.

“I suppose it’s my own doing.” he chuckled. “I made myself out to be rather frightful for a long while, and now I’m reaping what I’ve sown…but it is, isn’t it? Yes…Dhurke was a defense attorney until the revolution happened. That office Apollo works out of used to be his. Funny thing to have in common..”

Trucy bit her lip, rubbing her chin thoughtfully as they walked. It was the both of them, both men choosing paths of their own in the wake of famous fathers. “...so he was famous…but you wanted to follow other footsteps? For the both of you, i guess.” 

"I don't know Nahyuta's story of course," Klavier said, perhaps making the effort to use his name, since he'd been asked. "But my father was not a man I wanted to emulate, ja? And my brother was already following in his footsteps besides– I was going to rival him, instead of mirror him. Well, then music happened anyway."

He shook his head, and toyed with the shaggy ends of his hair again.

Trucy winced slightly at the mention of Klavier’s brother, a sore subject for everyone, her fingers clasping the corner of her cape as she looked down with a smile. “that makes sense…I remember some of that now that I think about it.”

Kristoph had always been so nice to her when she was younger…and yet. The wounds he left on Klavier and everyone else went deep.

Nahyuta put his hand to his chin. “to become a rival to your brother…instead of the path laid out for you. It’s admirable, Klavier. I…respected my father, but his methods weren’t mine. I wanted to change Khura’in in my own way instead of merely being a copy of my father.” 

"That seems more admirable than my own selfish little path, Nahyuta," Klavier grinned casually, his hands in his pockets. "But I get it. Who wants to be a copy, ja? Even of someone you admire."

“You strike me as a man of contradictions, Klavier.” Nahyuta said with his eyes closed and a half smile. “both too humble and yet the opposite at the same time.”

“Ough.” Trucy laughed, and rubbed her neck.

Who wants to be a copy, even of someone you admire. Trucy flashed back to her father, big smile and hands on his hips as he laughed heartily and told her that they’d never hand down the verdict on him…

That it would be the last day she ever saw him.

She thought of herself, forcing the same big smile every day as she fought to protect the family secrets from people hurt and slighted by her own grandfather and deliver a show that’d make everyone smile…

Almost everyone. Sometimes she didn’t feel like smiling at all.

“I wouldn’t wanna be anyone’s copy!” She chirped “nobody wants to pay attention to someone who’s not bringing anything new to the table, you know?” 

"Exactly, fraulein, exactly!" Klavier grinned widely as they arrived at Nahyuta's office. "And Nahyuta, I promise you I can never be too humble, ja?"

He lingered by the door, waiting for Nahyuta to lead them in.

Nahyuta put his hand to his chin “you may be perfect for the temple with an attitude like that.” he purred. “ever think of becoming a monk?”

He opened the door and waved them inside. 

"Nein, I don't think being a monk would suit me," Klavier said, shaking his head as he entered. Trucy watched him give Nahyuta a coy look. "I have never had a chaste day in my life."

“There’s no vow of chastity in Khura’inism, Klavier Gavin.” Nahyuta stepped out of the way and waved her inside too.

She followed and looked around curiously. It was a handsome office, sure…flowering plants by the window, a low table with settings for tea and a bunch of paperwork in the corner…there was even some kind of shrine to a woman without a face right behind it…

The holy mother, she reminded herself as the memory of the big trial against Ga’ran came back to her.

She couldn’t believe Klavier and the Sad Monk were flirting right in front of her. But she totally could. 

"Is that so?" Klavier grinned. "Well, if I were a man who believed in holy things, then I'd consider it. But right now we are already engaged in the only religion that my family has ever practiced. Shall we sign over young Trucy's soul to it, ja?"

He waved at the legal books and the documents on the desk.

Nahyuta laughed, and Trucy was a little frustrated that it was so pretty. “Sign over her soul…what a way to put it. But not entirely untrue, in it’s way.”

He walked over and began pulling sheets from the drawers beside the shrine.

“You make it sound like a devil’s bargain.” Trucy pursed her lips with a huff. “...not that I mind that. “

Klavier grinned that showstopping, stage-light grin of his and pulled his sunglasses down over his nose from where they'd been perched in his hair.

"Who's to say it isn't, fraulein? They say the devil is in the details, and the devil's advocate was a defense attorney, ja? Law is a tool of justice, fraulein. Much like a knife is a tool for whatever you cut. Nahyuta and I are handing you a knife, and asking you to make a pledge."

Nahyuta raised his eyebrow, and his smile turned a touch amused as he turned to offer the page.

“A knife and a pledge. My fellow prosecutor speaks true…the knife of justice calls to those who yearn to wield it, just as Lady Kee'ra once learned when she took up the dagger in the Holy Mother’s name.”

He produced the documents with his angelic smile “Here you are, Miss Wright. We shall see just where this will lead your mitamah.”

She looked between them. They were a couple of hams. Absolute drama queens trying to out drama one another.

But she wasn’t any better. Maybe it was her magician’s blood…or maybe something deep inside her sense of fun. She couldn’t help but play along.

She dipped into a sweeping bow, and snatched the papers “I’ll take the pledge, alright. Magical Girl Trucy Wright is going to be the best dang defense attorney you’ve ever seen. You two’d better get ready to see what happens when a tool’s used by a real master.” 

[autocrats-in-love]

The Perfect Escape

"We should go away." The villain said.

The hero stopped trying to catch them with their nets. Their hands, which had been conjuring the traps, lowered in confusion.

"What?"

The villain hopped off the ledge they'd been running about on. They landed right in front of the hero. The hero raised and expectant eyebrow.

"I think we should go away together."

The hero could have easily knocked them down with a swift punch. But curiosity would one day be their downfall. They crossed their arms over chest.

"What, on a vacation?' They asked.

The hero expected the villain to laugh, shake their head, and explain further. Instead, they bobbed their head up and down.

"Yeah. Just the two of us. Some tropical island. We can just wander."

The hero frowned. "Yeah, but why?"

"Fighting you is getting pretty boring. Wouldn't you agree?"

"I'm trying to stop you from assassinating the mayor!"

The villain rolled their eyes. "Oh, that old thing. No one really cares about it anymore."

"You do!" The hero snapped.

"Not. Anymore." The villain said.

The hero threw their arms up in frustration. They preferred when the villain was trying to run away from them.

"So you're giving up you whole plan to ask me if I want to go on a vacation?" The hero asked.

The villain laughed. They put a hand on the hero's shoulder to steady themselves.

"Oh, stop. This was my plan."

"What?"

The villain smiled. "Surprise! I've wanted to go on a vacation for a while."

"Then just. . .go on one. We don't have to do it together." The hero said.

"Ah, ah, ah." The villain held up a finger. "You're wrong there."

"Why?"

"You see," The villain paced back and forth. "If I were to just go away, you'd be worried I was doing something worse elsewhere. You would be climbing up the walls all week."

"I. . .guess."

"And I can't enjoy my vacation knowing you're miserable."

"So you want me to come with you?"

The villain snapped their fingers. "Exactly. You can keep an eye on me."

The hero could use a break. They were shocked that they found themselves contemplating the idea. Sitting on the beach with the villain, letting themselves tan and running through the waves. Dancing around palm trees in sandals and a tank top, humming and looking up at the stars. Drinking from fruits and-

"Wait. This is crazy." The hero said.

"I know." The villain replied. "So, should I book plane tickets or. . ."

"No. You expect me to go on a getaway with my arch nemesis. I have a life here, you know."

The villains scoffed. "Doubtful."

The hero's ears turned pink. They furrowed their eyebrows.

"Excuse me? I have a life."

"A partner? Friends? A pet? You've left the city in recent times?"

The hero sputtered. "W-well I'm sorry, but you keep me hung up all the time!"

The villain clicked their tongue. "Precisely. This will be a nice time. We can have an adventure together."

The hero had no response to that. They were still facing the villain, staring at their features. Seeing their nemesis without a mask might be valuable to their records? That was the only excuse they could come up with.

The villain took the hero's silence as an answer. They smiled warmly and gave the hero a peck on the cheek. Then, they dug around in their pockets and handed the hero a slip of paper.

"It's my address. Come around 5 tomorrow so we can work out the details."

[supersizemeplz]

Spend the Night

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Ok, so right off the back I wanna say that towards the end it gets explicit. Since I started writing a lot of fluff, I feel so vulgar when I actually write something steamy. I was contemplating on whether or not to post it here but I thought why not. When I say this has been sitting in my drafts forever, I am not exaggerating. I didn’t know exactly what to do with it so I’m just putting it out to be seen. So I hope you enjoy!

The chattering of characters played on the television screen, once amusing to the couple that rested on the earth toned sofa but now was nothing more than background noise as they conversed. It's sound was low in an attempt to not overwhelm them both, becoming aided with the captions on the screen if they happened to want to know what was going on in the movie. Its light spread out to at least a few feet behind the couch where the light over the recently cleaned kitchen island picked up its slack.

This wasn't your first time over his place but you never paid attention to the details. The house was honestly one of the best decorated homes you'd seen other than those from HGTV. You made sure not add those exact words to the compliment to hide your small addiction to the channel. Especially when you could name the patterns of the tile and back splash of his kitchen, then he'd definitely know that you were a homebody. After a half an hour phone call with Erik hours before on your lunch break, he'd persuaded you to spend the night at his place. Easily done since you were already planning to stop by after a few quick errands. He'd promised you to a homemade dinner, Netflix movies, your favorite wine, and a foot rub.

"Shutupp. I do not.." You chuckled at the joke Erik made, reaching forward to smack his arm as best as you could. Being sure not to waste any of the wine that you still had left in your glass. He smirked as he focused back on massaging your left foot, making sure to massage deep to relieve the tension. You relaxed back against the sofa after taking a sip of your wine with a happy sigh. "You cook like a master chef and have the hands of a God. I might have to keep you around Stevens."

He laughed at that, stopping his foot massage for a moment to cover his mouth as to soften his boom of laughter.  You stifled a chuckle as he pretended to look hurt. "You might? I see how you really feel." Taking your foot gently, he moved it off of him to the floor. You sat your glass on the table beside you and leaned forward to catch his face, laughing as you seen him trying to stay serious.

"Awww, you know I'm just playing." You cooed as you pressed kisses to his cheek. "..my sensitive baby." He allowed the kisses, giving away his small smile from his dimples deepening. Turning his head to catch your lips in a few kisses, he ended the string of kisses with a deeper one. You hummed in the kiss as he placed a hand on your backside. Gripping the soft cushion just enough to get you stimulated before it was over. You sat there for a moment before opening your eyes and watching him get up from the couch.

"You done with this glass, babe?" He asked, grabbing his own glass before looking to you. You nodded, mumbling a soft 'yeah, I am'. He took the glasses and half empty bottle to the kitchen as he continued his conversation with you. You looked to him, admiring the way his shirt allowed you the sight of his back with small movements and the peek of skin once he reached up to place the glasses in the cabinet.

Standing from the softness of the couch, you adjusted your shirt and followed his faintly scented trail into the kitchen. He always smelled amazing. You hummed your acknowledgement as he spoke on some random topic, still in a bit of a daze from the kiss moments ago. Your arms slid around his body as he chuckled. "And you say I be all up under you." You grinned at his response, shrugging.

"And? You know you love me hugging on you, Stevens. Don't think those dimples of yours don't give away your little smiles." Releasing your grip, you headed off to the bedroom. Sending him a teasing look over your shoulder before you disappeared into the hallway. "Don't keep me waiting.."

Once you made it into the bedroom, you made your way to the bathroom to freshen up. Moments passed before Erik was doing the same, meeting you at the double sink to brush his teeth as well. Now shirtless with his sweats hanging just enough to catch the waistband of his briefs. His chuckling caught your attention and broke your admiration of him in the reflection of the mirror. Finishing up with brushing your teeth and washing your hands, you playfully rolled your eyes and left him to finish his nightly routine.

It felt like he was taking forever to come to bed. Doing that lengthy ass routine he'd done numerous times over the many times you both would facetime as you got ready for bed. You had slipped from the shirt and short set that had only been worn for a few hours, still catching the scent of perfume you dashed on to work like a pheromone. The soft fabrics hit the floor and you adjusted the lace, skin toned underwear that was left. Smoothing your hair down, you looked to the bathroom door as he switched off the light.

Silence. It filled the bedroom and swarmed around the both of you as you stood in front of the bed. The lamp that sat in the corner of the room illuminated your silhouette just enough for him to see the look you gave him. He grinned at your surprise, catching the slight nervousness in your body as he stepped closer. A hum of appreciation left him as he took his time to make it to you. Why in the hell did this man have you feeling like this was your first time? Maybe because it was with him.

Weeks of being wined and dined, fun little outings, nights on the phone, and building sexual tension came to this moment. He'd been a gentleman the whole time. Never pushing the matter on you and waiting for you to tell him what you wanted. And oh how you've wanted him. The thoughts had crossed your mind as well as a few wet dreams that you wouldn't dare let him find out about. Tonight, you decided you were tired of waiting and enduring the sweet torture of his charisma.

He sent a chill over you as he spoke suddenly. "You don't understand what you do to me, do you?" His fingers held your chin, thumb gently massaging the soft skin. "So pretty and delicate.." The darkness of lust clouded his eyes as he gave a slow once over of you. Your eyes admired the soft curve of his full lips instead. He smiled at the fact, chuckling when he seen you take a deep breath.

"Hey.." He caught your attention, speaking softly. "Eyes up here." You finally caught his gaze and he hummed when you did so. Taking a small step closer, he smiled as he leaned to your lips. "I need those eyes to stay on me. You got me?" His lips ghosted yours and you relaxed under his touch.

You gave a small nod as you looked up to meet his eyes. The touch of his fingertips felt like small sparks as they moved across your skin. Hooking beneath your bra strap and easing the band down your shoulder. "I want to hear that sweet voice of yours, baby.." You felt as he trailed them around you to unclasp the hooks at the back with ease. The fabric fell to the floor without a sound and he gave another satisfied hum. "Are you gonna be a good girl and keep those eyes on me?"

"Yes, baby.." You replied, allowing him to admire your lips this time. He gave a small smirk as he mumbled 'That's more like it, baby'. Your nipples were erect from both sexual and actual atmosphere. His thumb brushed over the sensitive bud and you bit your lip to suppress a moan, opting for a slow exhale. He looked to you and you seen a dimple to let you know he was toying with you. Seeing how long you could last with his slow burn.

You caught his lips suddenly, surprising him for only a second. He flowed with your slow kisses, smiling at the hunger in them. A moan slipped past your lips against his this time, fingers dancing at the waistband of his sweats. He chuckles at your lengthy nails attempting to work with the fabric. Taking over when you couldn't focus enough to get it.

"So eager.. Take it slow and tell me what you want me to do." He began to lower the sweats with ease before he slipped the soft cotton fabric from his legs. ".. that sexy ass voice you got and you really think you're not going to use it." A playful scoff followed the sentence before he licked his lips.

You looked to the bulge of his briefs before meeting his eyes again. "I want a taste.." The confession kind of surprised him though his face hadn't shown it. He watched you as you caught his gaze again, groaning when you gently palmed him. "May I?" You teased, using the moment to toy with him in return.

He didn't lose eye contact as you lowered before him. "I'm all yours.." The consent left his lips immediately. You hummed, pressing your lips against the fabric before massaging it. He exhaled as you did so. Your fingers finally caught at the waistband of his boxers to ease them down, and his length eagerly greeted you. That pulled a soft laugh from you.

"It's so pretty.." You mumbled the compliment, not focused on if he'd heard it or not. He groaned as you took your first taste of him. The warmth of your mouth made him pull his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes focused on your slow moments with fascination.

You closed your eyes, taking your time to work him up. He filled your mouth as much as he could before you eased him from your lips, hugging his tip. "Unh uh. What I say?" His hips pushed into your lips gently, enjoying the softness they provided. Opening your eyes, you look up to him as he wanted. He groaned softly as a smirk caught the corner of his lips. "There you go. Keep those eyes on me."

Your right hand left his thigh, lifting up to stroke him. "I'm sorry, baby. Forgive me?" You taunted, freeing your mouth for the moment. His lips parted once your tongue circled his fattened head, going back to work while slurping loudly for his enjoyment. The mumbles he spoke were barely audible over your pleasuring, but you made out some of the words and moan in agreement.

Releasing your lips from him with a pop, you look to his glistening dick. He hums as you stroke him again, trying his hardest not to move his hips in rhythm with you. "You're so fucking pretty.." The repeated confession gains your eye contact with him once again. And he reacts with another mumble of praise. He curses as you stare up at him with a smile. Your full lips all shiny and wet from saliva, matching the coat that covered him.

"Tell me again.." You tease with a sultry voice, seeing him chuckle at your cockiness. He tucks his bottom lip between teeth as amusement taints his features. And he repeats it a little louder. "Good boy." Rubbing him against your lips, you laugh as he weakens and leans forward slightly. The small words of praise caught him off guard, but he couldn't help his body reacting. He was losing dominance and didn't mind it.

"C'mere.." He stops you from your fun, gently standing you up. You squeal as he picks you up with ease. Resting you right above his hardened excitement. He grins as you hold onto his arms for support. "I want my pleasure to come from pleasing you.." Your body falls to the bed with a soft bounce. He rids himself of his underwear fully before he puts his attention on yours.

The light of the dim lamp catches his chain, glinting against his chest and bringing attention to his body. Reaching a hand out towards him, you ran your fingertips along his smooth, yet textured skin. Taking in the scars that he'd told you were a reminder of how far he'd came from unlearning his old ways. You moan as he bends down to press kisses to your tummy, showing it the love it deserved. The kisses becoming sloppier as they continued their way lower.

He hummed as he lifted your thighs, opening them enough to kiss their inner parts. His soft lips left tingles that felt they were going straight to your love button. "She's ready for me, huh?" The light stroke of his finger made you shift your hips closer, resulting in his chuckle. Both of your thighs were placed onto his shoulders and he began his delicate foreplay. Pulling a moan from before your hands found his dreads.

He licked his lips as he admired your body. "Let's see if I can get you to spend the night more often."

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[bonnymori]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)

Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta cliché... but I liked it u.u

A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33

Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".

They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.

"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.

The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.

"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"

Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.

"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.

"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"

You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"

"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"

"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."

"Okay!"

"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."

"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.

"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."

"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."

"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."

"Augh okay, it would be unfair."

"So, where are you staying Itadori?"

"At Gojo's state!"

"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.

"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"

"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."

Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.

"Sharing is caring!"

Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.

Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.

Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.

"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.

"What's this thing?" Ino asked.

"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.

"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.

"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.

The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.

When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.

"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."

He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."

"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."

"I'm not, that happens often to me."

"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"

"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."

"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."

His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.

"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.

"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."

"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.

"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."

Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.

"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.

"...que."

"What!"

"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."

"Oh! How is it like?"

"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."

"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.

"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.

"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"

"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."

"No way, it was a good nap."

You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."

"Drinking? Is he old?"

"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.

"No way! He looks young just like us!"

"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"

After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.

For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.

"Ita-?"

"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."

"What happened?"

"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.

"Something hard to talk about?"

He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.

"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.

You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.

"It's alright."

Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.

Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.

It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.

"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."

"Wow, and you only warn me now."

He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.

"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.

"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."

"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.

"Are you four?"

"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."

"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"

He gulped. "No, not really."

Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.

"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"

"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"

"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."

"It's hurting my back."

"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.

"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."

And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.

He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.

"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.

"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.

"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.

"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."

"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.

And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.

"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."

The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.

Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.

"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"

He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.

"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."

"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"

You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."

"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.

"Is that a no?"

"No!"

"So it is a no."

"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.

"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."

"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"

His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.

"-it's you who brings me comfort."

It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.

When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.

"Goodnight, my favorite person."

[sunpopp]

Warm to The Touch | {CCH}

→ Summary; it's not often that Chanhee gets sick, but when he does, he's a very big crybaby about it. That, or he really is in as much pain as he says he is—regardless that leaves you to take care of him, and funnily enough, it has its perks.

• WC/genre: 2K of smut + fluff

• Includes/cw: Chanhee being sick and reader taking care of him, no kissies on lips 😔, sub!Chanhee, gn!reader, fingering (m receiving), dick neglection (?), handjobs, brief praise, aftercare

Riding the bus wasn't your favorite thing to do, but it was soothing if you were in the right mood.

Sadly, you weren't. Mostly due to the fact that Chanhee was quite literally blowing up your phone with texts asking how much longer it'd take you to be off the train and on your way with his precious medicine, making you sigh and roll your eyes before shooting him a reply that you'd be there soon, but knowing nothing would calm him down until you were in front of him to prove it.

You can't help but smile.

Chanhee didn't complain much about anything, besides maybe you not helping him with washing the dishes or set the table while he made dinner, but everything else was, at most, a dirty look that softened relatively quickly. Sickness, though, was a whole other ballgame.

He would rant and rave about the tiniest of phantom pains, practically on the male equivalent of his period with the way his mood would get snappy and sour at the slightest inconveniences.

But maybe he really did just have a shit pain tolerance like he'd often hint at. Though it didn't stop you from still being baffled when he'd get a bad cramp in the middle of the night and whine about it until he'd fall asleep again.

Coming back to reality as you glance up to the bus's nearing destination, you stretch lazily and begin to stand, muscles aching from walking all day and back cracking loud enough for you to wonder if other people heard it. The bus slows to a stop before finally lurching against the sidewalk, and you take your leave through the opening doors with an appreciative thanks to the driver.

Almost immediately after you hop down from the steps, a layering of chilly wind washes harshly against your front and the familiar smell of petrichor into your nose, relentless rain droplets against your coat as you begin in a jog in the direction of your apartment. Chanhee must be freezing right now, you think, concern growing even heavier at the visible breaths of air you let out. If he's already got the sniffles, a sore throat, and headaches, he's probably getting worse considering you'd forgotten to turn the heater on before you left.

Stupid mistake.

It takes maybe a couple more minutes, less than it'd take if you were walking like normal, before you're finally at your door, punching in the code for the lock before shouldering it open and kicking off your shoes on the shoe rack. It's cold inside, you can tell by the way your cheeks still feel numb.

"Chanhee! I got your medicine!" Your words echo throughout the hall, spreading out when you keep calling his name as you move farther in; past the open kitchen and to the bedroom door opposite the bathroom.

When you come into the room, Chanhee is still in the bed where he was when you left, but this time, he's sat up, looking at you with hooded eyes and a thin sheen of sweat covering his face. He frowns, "It's about time. While I was here suffering, you were out with your friends. Unbelievable..," he pouts and shakes his head.

With a chuckle and now eased posture, you sit in front of him and set the bag of medicine beside you to check his temperature. He's extremely hot.

"Yeah, well, staying around you while you're sick is enough to drive me crazy so you can't really pin the blame on me for needing to leave. Plus, it's not like you tried to stop me, did you?" You smile at him, standing back up to go run him a lukewarm bath.

"I was asleep!"

"Your problem, not mine!"

___

"Alright, up you go."

"Ah, but my whole body hurts..."

"Too bad, you're sweating a bunch and you haven't done anything to clean yourself yet."

Another tug of Chanhee's hands, and he's stumbling into your arms with a raspy groan at the jerky movement. You pat his back, pecking his damp forehead, then drag him to the bathroom.

"Can you undress yourself or do you need my help with everything?" You half-joke.

"Don't be rude, it's actually hard for me to do a lot of things," Chanhee utters bitterly, but he does manage to pull his shirt over his head, albeit with your help, as well as his pants and boxers before stepping into the water.

"Or maybe you're just fragile as hell and the smallest things have you bedridden for a week."

"Oh my god I'm gonna-"

"Hush, princess, you won't do anything," you find yourself laughing as you lower yourself to your knees beside the tub, folding your arms on the side before resting your cheek atop them, "Just relax, okay? I know you're too tired to argue right now, so let yourself calm down for a couple."

He thankfully doesn't protest, and takes your advice for once; letting himself fall against the back of the bathtub and close his eyes, the sigh through his nose an indication that he's allowing himself to enjoy the water. He looks so peaceful like this. Doll-like eyelashes fluttering against smooth, heated cheeks, and head slowly lolling to face you.

You feel yourself reach out. You know it's happening, but you don't stop it when you run a hand through Chanhee's bangs, then swipe a thumb past his eyelid to trail to his nose, then lips.

He opens his eyes, but doesn't say anything, even if he probably finds it strange. He lets you touch him.

"You're very pretty," you mumble whilst pouring water onto his head using the wash bucket on the back surface of the bathtub. Drops trickle down into mini patterns on his face, and he drags a hand over it to clear them away.

"Even while sick?" He raises his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised at your answer.

You comb the water into his hair to wet it as you nod, "Even while sick."

Chanhee smiles, "So, how was your day out?"

"It was nice. Found a perfect place where I'd love to take you, actually."

"Oh? Where?"

"The bone zone-"

"Oh my god, you're so annoying!"

You erupt into a fit of laughter as Chanhee swats a hand at you, getting some of your shirt and arm wet where you shield yourself from his little attack. You pinch his cheek, flashing a toothy grin, "Oh, come on! That was a good one and you know it. Smooth as ever if I do say so myself."

"Yeah, and you're the only one saying so," He pouts, pulling away from your pinchy fingers and trying his best to hide the steadily growing smirk that threatens to break his face into a smile. Stubborn as always, you see.

"You can leave now," Chanhee gives you a pointed look.

"Alright, alright. I'll be in the bedroom awaiting any further commands, your highness," You shake your head, and make a grand display of leaving the room and him to his own privacy.

Chanhee doesn't take long in the bath anyway, so you knew you wouldn't have to wait long as you fall back against the bed, shifting around until you've made yourself comfortable against the strewn navy covers. You spare a glance out the window pressed against your side; still raining, and still bathed in a silver glow from the blanketing clouds. It'd make you kind of sad, if not melancholic, but you were in a good mood from coming home, so at the most, you were calm.

Calm, even when Chanhee emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam a half hour later, only wearing a pink striped button up pajama shirt and matching bottoms, hands raised above his head whilst he dries his hair with a small towel. He comes to a stop in front of you.

"There he is," you exclaim, looking up from your phone and patting the spot next to you with a mischievous glint in your eye, "C'mere."

"I wonder why I'm hesitating," he says, and you can practically feel the the sarcasm in his words.

"Because hot people make you nervous? Duh."

"Are you insinuating that you're hot?"

That's your queue.

Leaning forward, you grab Chanhee's wrist and tug him into your chest, causing him to stumble slightly, but you catch him and pull him flush against you. A flurry of kisses to his face, excluding his lips, ensue.

Chanhee squirms around in your arms and acts like he doesn't like the affection at first, but a few more seconds of the same treatment prove true to his soft side when he goes limp and begins to giggle at the ticklish feel of your butterfly pecks.

Oh, that giggle. How you loved to hear it; sweet and beautiful like the chime of the prettiest bell in your ears.

You pull him on top of you as you relax against the crevice where the mattress meets the wall, and rest your cheek on the top of his head, humming, "You saying that I'm not hot?"

"Yes."

"Damn."

"Kidding."

"No you weren't."

"Yes I was."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"You- Hush!" Chanhee covers your mouth finally and you chuckle against his palm at his feeble attempt to silence you.

You press a kiss to it instead of bickering further, causing him to soften. Just then, you realize something as you touch down his wrist.

"Woah, has your fever not died down at all? You're even starting to sweat a little bit again, too..."

Your suspicions prove true when a closer inspection at the ruddy skin flushed from his cheeks down to his chest and heavier-than-normal breathing indicates that he's still hot, or at least overheated.

"Here," you murmur, already shifting him on his back so you can easily unclasp the buttons of his shirt, "Are you in any pain or is it still just the sore throat?"

"The headache I had earlier is starting to come back. It's getting worse, but that's about it so don't worry, I'll be fine," Chanhee tries his hand at reassurance, you can tell, but it doesn't do anything to stop you from crawling over him to scurry into the kitchen.

"I'm getting you some water, hang on!" You call out from down the hall, making quick work of filling up a decently sized glass before you return to him with some painkillers as well. He barely manages to sit up when you reach him; his face scrunching at the obvious pain that's beginning to hit him tenfold as he gratefully takes the pills and throws his head back when he tosses them in his mouth, chasing them with the cold glass of water you provided.

"Ah, it's actually really starting to hurt...," Chanhee whimpers and at the sound, you slide back into the bed to pepper his face with pecks once again. He's grateful for the comfort, if the way he gently drapes his arm over your shoulder says anything.

"Oh, my poor baby," you coo lowly, feeling the goosebumps on his back that prickle at your tone, "Is there anything I can do to make it better? Did you already take your medicine?"

"Yeah.. still hurts.."

"I can tell," you snort and trail a finger down Chanhee's sternum, looping it back up to flick at one of his nipples. He jolts, and you can't help but give a cheeky smirk, "Even your nipples have taken on somewhat of a hue. I wonder what other places are doing the same thing...," your words would hold suggestion to even the most clueless of people, spoken through lips now slicked with saliva as you roll your tongue across the tinted flesh and lower your head for a taste of his exposed breast.

"Ah!" Chanhee gasps loudly and his fingers find purchase on the back of your head, his body trembling when he arches his chest up into your face, searching for more when his mouth fails to ask you such a favor.

Teasing his nipple with a gentle nip before pulling away to kiss it instead, you caress his narrow waist, "You said it hurts, no?"

"It does...," Chanhee pants and nods as fast as his throbbing head will allow him.

"Where does it hurt most, baby? Tell me," You wet your fingers with a quick swipe of your tongue then reach under his lower half to slide your hand into his shorts, Chanhee helping you by taking one leg out, and glide down the seam of his ass to tease his rim, "Here?"

"Y-yes..!" you chuckle when he huffs and flings both arms around your head, pulling you close into him and meeting your forehead as he grinds down against your digits.

"Awe, look at you..."

And look at him indeed; Chanhee is already a mess before you. Staring at you with those big watery doe eyes of his, and silently pleading for you to continue doing things to his body that has him feeling like bursting.

You give him exactly what he wants.

Pushing your finger into him, slowly due to how tight the fit is, you press sloppy kisses to the underside of his jaw. The reaction Chanhee gives is a familiar one, with sensual lips dropped open to let out a high-pitched moan and legs trembling as he holds them open for you, fighting to not shut his eyes upon feeling you enter him.

"Good," you drawl, tilting your wrist at an angle once your index and pinkie meet the backs of Chanhee's thighs and gently curling your fingers upwards, "Just like that, baby. Is this okay? Are you okay?" Your eyes search his face for discomfort, and though you don't find any, you still your movements.

He nods and nuzzles against the top of your head with his cheek, "Mm-hm. Keep going, please."

You start back up at his polite request, as much as you love hearing him ask for more of something, and begin to drag the pads of your fingers back and fourth alongside his walls until you feel the telltale firmness of his prostate, then start on massaging it.

"Ah!" He emits a short, melodical whine at the burst of sensation now seething within him. It drives him one step from crazy as he scrunches his face and unconsciously slaps at your shoulder in a sort of mid-euphoria result.

You huff out a half-laugh, sitting back on your knees so you can get a better view of what you're doing, "Good?"

Chanhee tries to use his words, but by the way you pin him down to the bed with a palm flat against his collarbone before speeding up your hand, he can only manage a broken sob. It's followed by another of the same needy type, but this time, it's louder and causes your stomach to all but flip at the sound. Chanhee throws his head back, thrashing this way and that to somewhat get away from the overwhelming feeling, but also pushing down against it at the same time; all the while your hand keeps him in place.

"I'll take that as a yes," you jest, mostly to yourself because Chanhee sure isn't listening, then bend down slightly to finally turn your focus to his weeping cock. It's full-blooded from being hard for so long, angry red at the tip and jumping every once in a while, especially when you open your mouth to lick a strip from the base to the head.

"P-please I can't! You're gonna make me cum!" Chanhee rushes to sit up, but you push him back down as soon as he tries. He looks absolutely horrified at being so close already.

"And what's the problem with that?"

"I-I just- I don't want to disappoint you."

"Oh, baby," You take your hand from his chest in favor of jerking him off, which he all but chokes at, "It doesn't disappoint me at all. I find it very hot, actually."

"Plea-ease..! Oh!" Chanhee wails one final time before he lets go all over your hand.

It covers your knuckles, dripping white down the side of your thumb as you keep stroking him to help him ride it out. The orgasm must've hit him hard, you think when you look up to see Chanhee shuddering in time with the aftershocks that zap his body every few seconds, eyes closed and skin dewy with a sheen of perspiration.

"Hey, come back to me. You alright? Does your head still hurt?"

He takes a moment to open his eyes, but when they roll open and find your face, he does something that catches you off-guard. He latches himself onto your front, straddling your lap, and rests his head over your shoulder with a sigh.

"Chanhee, hang on a bit, my hand's still dirty and I need to clean you up-"

"In a second. I'm tired."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"Mm, I don't feel like talking right now."

"... You are such a handful."

@vanillaknj @stealerhwa1

[9tzuyu]

my guitar is slightly out of tune, but i’m eternally yours.

[reuploaded and revised from my old blog.]

↠ prompt: you have a terminal illness but you have a chance with treatment but you deny it, then you meet wanda and you feel alive again.

↠ warnings: kinda angsty, but worth the read :>.

requests are always open!

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“Oh–” was all you managed to say. “I recommend we start radiation treatments-” You zoned out and watched your feet dangle from the edge of the exam table. Was this it? Was this really all there was for you? It seemed hopeless to even do anything at this point. You figured if this was affecting you again, it was for a reason. 

"No. I don't want treatment." The doctor looked at you and his gaze faltered. "You do understand that if you refuse treatment this will inevitably kill you?" You nodded. The words felt empty, they carried no weight behind them anymore. Nonetheless, the doctor continued to try and persuade you. 

"I said I don't want the treatment. I'm refusing medical advice. I don't want to have to go through this again, it's obviously not going away. Now where the hell do I sign the papers?" You exasperated. The doctor gave you one last look before getting the papers for you to embark your signature on.

“You’re one-hundred percent sure about this?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I've got nothin' left for me here anyways. Might as well just let nature take its course.”

"Well surely you've got someone, a friend maybe?" You shook your head.

 "Nope." You replied, popping the P at the end. The doctor seemed to finally grasp the situation when you handed the papers back to him as if you were turning in a job application.

He pursed his lips, "I'm going to give prescribe medication for the pain. Based on the size of the tumor I'd say you have about eight months to live, but only about half of those months will be enjoyable." You nodded your head in reply and gathered your stuff together. 

So how were you going to spend your last months on earth? That was the question you asked yourself. You walked out of the building and found yourself in a coffee shop. It was busy, but you found yourself a seat next to a window in the back of the shop. Your eyes gazed out the window as you pondered your question from earlier.

'I could move to New York and see broadway shows I've never wanted to see'

'There's always casinos–'

'–Or what about splurging your money on dumb things that you'll quite literally never need?'

You laughed at your thoughts. You made up your mind right there, you were going to live the rest of your life just the way it was. It’d be easier that way. You didn't have friends, no longer had parents, so it's not like anyone would really miss you really. All you had was your pet cat and your guitar. And truth be told, that's all you needed. 

Coffee.

"Hello?" You snapped out of your gaze to see a beautiful brunette standing in front of you. The second thing you noticed was her accent, you'd never heard it before. “I was wondering if this seat was taken?” She softly smiled at you. You returned the gesture and shook your head no. "The place is cram packed and you seemed trustworthy. I hope I'm not disturbing you or anything, you seemed to be pretty deep in thought." The young woman blushed a crimson color, "I'm sorry I probably seem weird or something, I'll go."

Normally you would have cared, but at this point in time you didn't mind the company. So, with the slightest bit of hesitation, you called out for her.

“Wait! It’s fine, don’t worry. I-I’m all alone.” The woman’s smile widened as she took a seat across from you. “Thanks. I'm Wanda, what's your name?”

"Y/N." 

"Y/N..." She flexed your name on her tongue, "That's a beautiful name."

"I'm stuck with it for life, so I sure hope it's at least a decent name." You narrowed your eyes at her as you joked. A giggle escaped the gap between her lips, causing a small flutter to emit in your stomach.

"So what do you do?" She asked, intrigued by your presence.

"Well I do a lot of things, I walk, I talk, I breathe-"

"Oh shut up! You know what I meant." Wanda’s eyes gleamed with friendliness and warmth. She seemed like the type you'd be friends with if you weren't dying. "Okay, okay, I play guitar and sing while my cat eats her food." Wanda's eyes lit up at the mention of a cat. 

"You have a cat? What's her name?" Her elbows were propped up on the table with her head resting in her hands, showing just how actually interested she was in you.

“Her name is Nala. You know, from The Lion King?”

Wanda’s brows furrowed together. She’d never seen The Lion King, much less heard of it.

Your jaw dropped at her confusion. “You mean to tell me you’ve never seen The Lion King?”

“I’m Sokovian, what do you expect?” 

“Ahh, I see. Well, do you at least have any pets?”

"My apartment doesn't allow pets."

"So? Sneak one in." You replied nonchalantly, crushing ice between your teeth. Wanda looked at you in shock. "No way! Knowing me I'd get my ass caught on the first day." You shrugged in reply and the conversation quickly went dead.

Wanda checked her phone, moving abruptly to get up from her seat. "I'm so sorry, I have to go now. I'll see you around, okay?"

“Sure.”

After another half hour of waiting on nothing and thinking about everything, you finally decided it was time to leave. A feeling of regret washed over you. The woman was kind, very friendly, something that you craved.

But you couldn’t allow yourself these things now, especially given the direction you were heading.

_____

Over the next few weeks you'd spent your time songwriting, journaling and a midst of other lonely, boring things. Sometimes you'd catch yourself thinking about the woman in the coffee shop, but you tended not to dwell too much on the past. 

You thought about your tumor and all the different ways it was growing inside you. It grossed you out more than anything, but you weren't afraid. At least not now you weren't. 

A heavy sigh slipped from your lips, and the sudden urge to go to the park overtook the need to do anything else. You’d never really visited the park in your area before, so you decided now was the time. 

The beige acoustic guitar rest heavily on your shoulders, similarly to the weight of the world. It was bitter, no taste of sweetness was left over in the aftermath.

Leaves crunched under your feet as you made your way into the park. The smell of pine and bark surrounded you, just as the pinch of cold air that struck your face. It was tranquil.

You marched your way over to a nearby tree secluded from everyone else. Setting your guitar down, you nested cozily against the wood. Your journal rest aside your hip as did the pen that exchanged your thoughts into words.

Humming quietly, your fingertips grazed the instrument’s delicate strings. Music filled the air around you, but it came to a quick stop nearly ten minutes after you’d begun.

"Hey, I know you. Y/N, right?" You heard a familiar accented voice behind you. You turned around to find Wand standing above you. "Uh yeah, that's me. What's up?" She sat down beside you, making you a little uncomfortable, but you figured you could deal with it for the sake of being nice. 

"Nothing. I just saw you and thought I’d say hi. What about you? I see you have your guitar."

“Just singing,” you mumbled quietly.

She smiled and pushed a strand of hair out of your face that was blown in from the wind. "You’re really pretty." You bit your lip and you could feel the heat rise to you face. "Thanks."

"Mhm. So last time I didn't get your number, maybe I will this time?" She asked (although her eyes were begging). You couldn’t help but feel something while she bit her lip, her doe eyes unintentionally focusing on your lips.

"I'll have to give you mine, I didn't bring my phone with me – don’t use it much." You replied. She handed her phone to you and you typed your number in.

"Do you not have family or friends you keep up with?" Her brow quirked in curiosity.

"Parents died, no siblings, and no friends. I don't have many people to worry about."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"It's fine, I don't mind." She looked down in her lap before asking another question. "What about a job? Do you work?" Wanda was definitely a curious one, but each question she asked carried you in a way you’d never felt before. It was refreshing to have someone interested in you, and not your disease. 

"Nope, when my parents died they left all their life savings to me. It's plenty enough for me to live on." Your fingers began lightly playing the chords of a song. It was often that you unknowingly played when you were scared or nervous. You'd only realize afterwards. 

"That's good– not that your parents died, but you know, you have money and stuff. Even if it's– oh my god- " 

You cracked out a laugh, causing her to look at you in terror. Noticing this, you rest a hand on her shoulder. "Wanda, it's okay. You're fine, I know what you mean." She nodded shyly and looked up to the sky. 

"Hey, it's sunset! I love sunsets, I used to watch them all the time with my brother back in Sokovia." Her voice wavered at the end of her sentence, and you easily picked up on it.

"Something wrong?" You asked. She laid her head on your lap and you stiffened, but quickly relaxed. This is fine. This is okay. You set your guitar aside and began to play with her hair.

"I miss him. Pietro..." She paused for a second before continuing. "He died a couple of years ago from cancer." You felt your heart drop for the first time at the mention of the horrid disease that stripped you away from most of your life. "Oh." The word seemed to become your go-to for whenever you didn't know how to accept information you were given.

"He was the other half of me. We were twins, I felt like my whole world fell apart. After he died I moved out of my country and moved here. Since then I've made some good friends. You might like them." 

“I’m sorry about your brother. I’m sure he was wonderful, Wanda.” You whispered, bringing a piece of her hair to the end of a braid. “I'm happy you've made some friends." Wanda nodded and snuggled closer in your lap. "Maybe I can be your friend?" You gave it a thought. You weren't sure you could do that to her, not with your illness anyway. Guilt nawed at you already. She’d already lost someone so beloved and close to her from it, how awful you began to feel if you had to put her through that again.

"Y/N?"

You stared at her for a few moments before answering. "I don't know, maybe." She turned over to face you, but you avoided her gaze. "I'm going to figure you out you know." You stifled a laugh, "And you'll be sorry you ever did."

"Whatever."

____

Four months passed and you thought they would be empty, meaningless months, but with Wanda nuzzling her way into your life you began to feel alive for the first time. When she came around it was like a switch you couldn't turn off. 

Right now, you sat at your desk strumming your guitar while watching Nala play with a toy dinosaur you’d bought her just weeks ago. This life was good too, you thought. But it was lonely.

You weren't quite sure what Wanda meant to you yet, but you were slowly discovering that whatever the two of you had, blossomed into something more each second you spent together.

Popping a Vicodin in your mouth, your phone buzzed. It would be no one else but Wanda.

be there in a few, it's urgent. 

Panic set in your body as you worried for the safety of your friend. What could possibly be the matter? Normally Wanda talked about what was bothering her.

A knock at your door brought you out of your gaze and you stumbled to answer it. Wanda was distressed, her hair a mess and her eyes red.

“Whats wro-” You were cut off By Wanda smashing her lips onto yours. 

She pulled back in shock. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I-"

You shut her up by pushing her into the wall, door closing behind you. Her lips tasted of strawberry and her hands began to roam your body.

One thing led to another and you both ended up naked on your bed. How amazing it must be to wake up and know that you won’t be dead in the next few months.

"You're good. Almost too good. Where did you learn all that from having no friends?" She smirked at you. You gave her a smile and kissed her again. Your arms wrapped around her nude body and together you felt the utter bliss and excitement radiating from one another.

. . . . 

Three weeks later yoy began to shake. It was hardly noticeable, and it just so happened to occur when you were playing

It’s downhill from here and you know that.

"Can you fix it? Can you fix this?" You yelled at him, despite knowing it was all your fault. If you would've just taken the treatments you wouldn't be in this place. But back then your life had no real meaning, it was just you and your cat.

You hadn't planned on falling in love with someone. 

"There's nothing I can do now. Treatments won't work, it's too far gone. I'm surprised it took this long to start showing symptoms."

For the first time in years, you felt tears beginning to build in your eyes. "You don't understand, I love her and now I'm just going to leave her? This can't be happening, you have to do something!" You pleaded, but the doctor’s eyes were solemn, giving you the only reply you needed. 

You stormed out of the hospital and made your way to Wanda. Silence rang through your ears.

Tell her. You have to tell her.

It will be over.

Sobs wrecked your body as you fumbled with the keys to your shared apartment. The door opened to a sight you wanted to live forever.

There she was, perched on the couch while massaging Napa’s scruffy fur. She was content, happy, and here you were to ruin it.

"Y/N? Baby what's wrong?" She got up from her spot and rushed over to you, worry etched on her face. You clung onto her for more life than you had left. And god, You weren't scared before, but you sure as hell were now. 

"I have terminal cancer."

Wanda froze.

"That's not funny, Y/N. You know how I feel about this topic." Her glare was hasty, burning into your skin.

"I was diagnosed almost five months ago, please Wanda you have to believe me. I have tremors, don't you see?" You raised your hand up to show her, but she slapped it away. "You're making yourself do that, Y/N. Stop joking, or I'm leaving." She crossed her arms

"W-What?" Your chest tightened.

"I said stop joking."

"I'm not joking, Wanda!"

"I'm leaving," She huffed, snatching her jacket before slamming the door shut.

And it was true, she did leave. However, Wanda didn't leave for the reasons she gave you.

She loved you, but she couldn’t handle another loss like this.

. . . . 

During the next two months you experienced the most heartache you'd ever felt before. The combination of vomiting, body aches, and dizziness didn't help. If anything, it made it worse. You missed Wanda. Everything about her gave you a reason to live.

You were on your seventh month and the pain was unbearable. It hurt to reach out for a cup of water, your hands shook uncontrollably all while sending jolts of scorching pain throughout the entirety of your arm.

Undoubtedly, the hospital bed became your next best friend (although it was the worst one you’d ever had. But it somehow managed to weasel its way back in your life).

Wanda was nowhere to be seen, and if anything that only progressed your disease. The only thing that kept you sane was your guitar, and the fact that Nala was being taken care of by a sweet, old nurse (who sometimes snuck her in so you could see her).

It was about the small things now. 

More days passed and each one was getting worse. By now you just wanted to end it all on your own, but you were physically too weak to do that.

There was a knock on your door, but you ignored it thinking it was just another nurse. "Y/N?" The voice was soft, it felt like it'd been years since you last heard it. You turned your head slightly to see Wanda standing in the doorway. A weak smile formed on your face.

"Hey you." 

Wanda quickly dropped her things and ran to your side. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She mumbled over and over again as you calmly stroked her hair.

"It's okay, you know it is." You whispered in her ear. She looked up at you and shook her head, "But it's not okay, I left you when you needed me the most." You stared at her adoringly and the tips of your fingers gently rubbed away the tears from her face. "But I'm still here, aren't I?" She laughed through her cries, "Yeah... you're still here."

Both of you knew you didn't have much time left, but you ignored that other than the fact that you made her promise to take care of Nala when you were gone. She held your hand and got you everything you needed.

And you love her so deeply for that.

One night you had the feeling that your time was coming soon, so you woke Wanda up from her sleep. "Sweetheart?" She stirred a little before finally sitting up. 

"Yeah?"

"Hand me my guitar?" She tilted her head, "But your shakes?" You ignored her and asked for it again. 

When she handed you your beloved guitar you took it with grace. "Come help me, I wanna play a song." She nodded and came to your side.

Your fingers struggled as they strummed the delicate strings on the instrument. You picked one of Wanda's favorite, and when you were done you spoke lightly.

"My guitar is slightly out of tune, but I'm eternally yours."

[jjuzoir]

Overdue | T. Shoto

request: “Hi! If your requests are still open, could I request a todoroki x reader oneshot please? Basically they’re childhood friends and go to UA together. Everyone ships them and Todoroki always treats reader super sweetly, but doesn’t realize that he’s also low-key pining for her. (always using endeavor’s credit cards to get her gifts LOL) eventually Todoroki figures out his feelings and confesses. Then the class catches them kissing in the dorms, making Todoroki and reader flustered! Thanks so much!”

a/n: this took me so long omgjdjsj fck all my reqs for this batch are taking me long :’) anyway thank you for being so patient with me @sugarandsoft ;;;

word count: 2933

When it came to romance it was safe to say Shoto was simply blind to it, the romantic feelings of those around him and himself were practically foreign to the teenager.

In all of your years of knowing him you had never once seen him actually be able to recognize the difference between friendship and crushing. To him there was no “I like you romantically” or “I don’t like you romantically”, it was always “I like you as a friend” or “I don’t like you as a friend”. The whole liking someone, crushing on them, dating-courting thing was as complicated as astrophysics is to an eight year old. Which led to everyone around him to immediately be put in the friendzone the minute they got to know him.

Everyone knew that, especially Class 1-A who had to bear witness to one of their top students crush hopelessly on you without even being aware of it. They knew, other students knew, the teachers knew, your parents knew, his mother knew, the League of Villains knew— everyone knew that Todoroki Shoto of class 1-A has a big, fat crush on you except Todoroki Shoto himself. Hell, it was so obvious All for One could’ve seen he had a crush on you.

It was the “little” thing that gave it away, like using the number-two-pro-hero’s credit card to get you a new phone because yours got a small crack. When confronted about it, he’d always say the same thing.

“She’s my friend and I enjoy using the old man’s money,” he’d scowl at Midoriya— Shoto’s self proclaimed wingman and president of the [Name] x Shoto club, who had questioned his spending habits when it came to you.

“So you'd do the same thing for any friend?” Izuku would push the boy further, he was going to get him to realize he liked you even if it killed him- and by the way the year had been going and Shoto’s complete obliviousness to the situation, the latter seemed more likely.

“I guess.”

“Oh really? Then where the fuck is my new phone, lukewarm? If you’re gonna call me your ‘friend’ where is my phone?” Bakugou questioned him with a snarl.

“Yours isn’t cracked, Bakugou-”

“Is that what it takes? ‘Cause I’m gonna do it!”

“Hey Izuku- what’s going on?” Ochako looked at the trio in front of her, easily being drawn to the loud noises coming from the living area.

“Half-’n-Half over here is gonna buy us new phones if we crack ours.”

“I see…”

“Seriously?” Mina barges into the room to pick up the teasing where the blond has left off, “But I like my phone- oh! I know, instead of a phone why don’t you get me some new sneakers!”

“And if I break my house, would you get me a new one?” The brunette asks, she’d rather shoot her shot or miss trying.

“So- you’re gonna admit you’d only do it for [Name] are you gonna need help placing some orders?” Bakugo smirks at Todoroki.

“Ochako and I can check real estate for you!” Mina giggles.

But rather than answering, the bi-colored haired teen simply looked down and mumbled to himself, annoyed; “I’m not buying anyone anything.”

Safe to say he didn’t keep his word because not a day later and he had bought you a new TV after you joked about getting tired of going down the stairs to the shared living space.

He’d make exceptions for you all the time, always covering it with the excuse of “she’s been my friend for longer”, even when it didn’t make much sense. From his limited physical contact rule to the reckless spending, you had him wrapped around your pinky and he didn’t even know it. Everyone would always tease you two about it yet both of you dense as rock to the implications never really paid them much mind.

But soon Todoroki was confused, really confused, by his peers and their words; they were constantly insinuating that he liked you in a more than friends way. At first it was easier to deny such claims, you were just friends— but the more the pestering continued the more aware he was of the ways his heart seemed to flutter at the mention of your name or how he began noticing how he stared at you more often than the rest.

But he couldn’t like you, you were his first real friend— the only person in his life that was always there, if he did like you and he did act out his alleged feelings there was always the possibility you’d say no. And that scared Todoroki more than he’d like to admit. You, on the other hand, did acknowledge the butterflies he’d bring you and welcomed them with open arms. Knowing your chances with him were slim, you unknowingly turned a blind eye to his behavior, chalking it up to him seeing you as his best friend (as much as it might’ve pained you to think like that).

It didn’t take long for you to notice how he seemed more hesitant around you, how he was shying away from your touch and the way he’d avoid giving you any response longer than two sentences, soon enough he was practically avoiding you altogether, and you were worried. In all of your years being his friend, Shoto had never been so cold and distant with you. Had you upset him? It was a complete 180º from before and it left you wondering why.

“Ugh, he’s just-! I’m so annoyed, Ochako!” You groaned into your pillows, “He's never acted like this before, he’s barely talked to me in weeks! I don’t know what I did or what to do.”

“[Name], it’s okay! He has been pretty off lately,” the brunette patted your back, “You should try talking to him!”

“How am I supposed to talk to him when he barely even lets me get near?”

“Hm, maybe leave him a note!” She suggests, brown eyes looking at you sympathetically.

“A note?” You look up and meet her gaze, “Huh…”

And so you did it, you scribbled down a meeting place and signed it anonymously before huffing, stuffing it in your bag and deciding.

“Dear Todoroki, please meet me in the kitchen after practice. It’s very important, you really need to come!”

Simple, short— straight to the point with little to no wiggle room for interpretation (other than a very insistent and kind of annoying person, but that’s a price to pay for the restoration of your friendship), if he didn’t come you’d simply harass him with more notes until he gave up or had enough to open up a paper store. Hopefully the former because you doubted you’d have enough post-it notes or the money for that many.

“Hmph! That should do,” you rub your hands before throwing a thumbs up at your friend, “Thank Ochako, I owe you big time!”

That morning you told Izuku and Iida about Ochako’s plan and how you hoped they’d make sure Shoto actually came to the meeting place.

“But, don’t you think he might, I don’t know,” the freckled boy scratched at his neck, “Think you’re going-to-confess-or-something?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand.” You look at Midoriya confused.

“He means that Shoto might think the note might be from someone who wants to declare their feelings for him.” Tenya informs you, maybe a bit too matter of factly for your liking no one likes being talked down to.

“Don’t worry guys, I think a love confession is the farthest thing Shoto will assume this is.” You wave your hands in an attempt to convince them otherwise.

“There is no way this is going to be a confession.” Bi-colored eyes squint at the blonde that walked besides him.

“Look, all I’m saying is this definitely smells like a confession scene to me,” Denki smirks at Todoroki, “The kitchen is a weird place though, maybe they’ve baked you some sweets! Bro, you’re so lucky!”

“You might want to check your nose because there’s simply no way, Kaminari.”

“Why?” Sero smiles as he asks, “You’re pretty popular with girls, why can’t this be another confession?”

“Because,” Shoto snatches the note from the black-haired boy’s hand, “This is [Name]’s handwriting.”

“Wait a minute-! You’re telling me she’s making a move before you?” Kirishima asks in surprise, “I knew you liked her but I had no idea she liked you back, huh. I can kind of see it though.”

“What are you even saying?” The boy in question grumbles, he knew he should’ve gone with Midoiya and Iida but he knew you were going to be there and he didn’t want to risk being a fool. Now he’s got dumb, dumber and the dumbest giving him butterflies by insinuating you like him back, great.

“That she likes you, dude!”

“Totally! And you- you like her back! So all you gotta do now is go accept her confession and stop moping around being all pathetic- ow!” Kaminari rubbed his arm, cursing Kaminari’s strength.

“Don’t say that!”

“Yeah, at least not to his face.”

Todoroki simply rolled his eyes at the boys before hurrying up his pace, today was going to be long as he asks himself if he should really go.

He had a lot to think about, this information was important to him; there’s a chance you like him and the thought made him happy— very, very happy. Just the idea that you might return these feelings, which he’s still trying to come to terms with, just confirms it in his mind that he, Todoroki Shoto, does like you; in a more than friends way. He’s not going to let the chance slip away.

By the time he’s at the meeting spot, he can’t deny that he’s excited even if  his face doesn’t really show it. He had been confessed to many times but this was different because, for the first time, he planned on saying yes.

He heard you approaching, the soft tap of slippers matching the beat of his heart. He liked you, he really did like you and you liked him back.

As you turn around the corner you’re met with a frowning Shoto and are slightly taken aback at his serious expression. You knew he tended to be quite inexpressive sometimes but after a while of not hanging around you can understand why others are off-put by his cold features and intimidating stature.

“Shoto, you’re here.” Even through your shock you still smiled at your friend, relived he’d even shown up with the way he’d been avoiding you. You make your way near the counter, before sitting on top of it, you had chosen the kitchen in case that he'd forgotten about the note but be there anyway getting himself something.

You’d have to be quick before he’d run away,  wanting to get straight to the point and ask him what had been going on. You cared about him and you missed him, you didn’t intend on wasting more time.

“I know it’s sudden but you've been avoiding me all week and I’m sick of it! I really care about you Shoto and you ignoring me like this hurts-!” You stuttered, too caught up in trying to pour out all your feelings at once— accidentally giving him the confirmation he needed that this was indeed a confession.

“It’s okay, I think I know what you mean,” he cuts in, his expression softening, “And I feel the same way too.”

“Huh-? Shoto what are you-?” You look around the room confused, if he knew how you felt then why did he continue avoiding you? Did he even really know what you were talking about?

“I was scared,” he continues paying your previous statement no mind, slowly approaching your sitting form before taking your hand, “that’s why I avoided you but knowing that you feel the same way, makes me happy I guess.”

You blink in confusion, what was he talking about? Neither of you were on the same page, you probably weren’t even in the same chapter, you furrow your eyebrows at the thought.

“Shoto, just to get this straight,” you look into his eyes causing him to blush a soft pink, what the hell was going on, “what feelings are we- uh, talking about?”

First he avoids you like the plague, now he’s blushing and talking about feelings? What did he think this was?

“Like.” He says staring at you in confusion as if you were the one not making sense.

“Like what?”

“Like.” Todoroki looks at you, soft skin creasing at the frown that was now adorning his face.

“Like what, Shoto?”

“Like as in ‘I like you’-like.” He squeezes your hand and you’re thankful you’re sitting down or else you think you’d fallen over at his words.

“Wait, you like me?” At the realization of what you had been just talking about it’s your turn to blush, the blood rushing to your cheeks giving them a soft glow, “You had been avoiding me because you liked me?”

“Well, yes, I just said that,” a pale hand comes to hold your cheek, “[Name], are you feeling alright?”

“You like me?”

He nods, a soft smile in his face as he assures you with a hug;  “I really do”.  This wasn’t the conversation you were expecting but it wasn’t unwelcomed either. In a way, it did answer your question but it left you in a bit of a dilemma because you did like Shoto and he liked you but, now, what did that make both of you?

“Do you like me?” He asked, his hand rubbing your back delicately and a sense of nostalgia washes over you as you remember all the times you’d comforted him when you both were younger. You just nod in fear of your voice giving out and accidentally ruining the moment.

“Are we- uh, dating now?” You ask into his shoulder, the soft smell of his shampoo filling your senses,

“Only if you want to.” He whispers. Neither of you were really physically affectionate with each other before this, at least not since you were little kids, but Shoto had to admit that holding you close like this was nice. Even if it had only been a week or two, you missed him and he missed you a lot and being able to hug you so freely made his heart feel like it was about to burst.

“I’d love to.” You pull away slightly from the hug to face him, your noses touching ever so slightly. You were happy, not only was your relationship with Todoroki restored but it had leveled up and you swore it was as if you were floating.

With hesitant hands he pulls you closer and you close your eyes, he smelt like soft wood and tea and you were reminded of all the times you’d go over to his house where a little Shoto would show you around his room and toys, excited to have a friend his father approved of. You were proud of the way he’d grown, how he’d soften up and learned, how he was able to let go of the anger and grow into himself, you always liked Shoto and to finally be able to be his girlfriend was all you could want right now.

“Can I?” He asked, the whisper soft and delicate in your lips; you nod.

His lips meet yours for a second, a sweet peck that left you giggling into him. You both pull away for a second before kissing once more, it was longer and almost sickeningly sick. You could taste the mint from him and you wondered if he could taste the sweets you had been eating earlier.

But, of course, in class 1-A nothing is really a secret for long and you hear clapping from behind you. Shocked, you both pull away flushed red as your friends are left stifling laughs. The kitchen door is wide open and you can see most of them pilling against the frame with wide eyes.

“Fucking finally, I thought we were gonna graduate before you two got together.” Bakugo is the first to speak.

“I’m surprised they even kissed, I thought it was going to take them another 15 years to get there!” Mina giggles to Ochako who can only nod in amusement, she gives you a thumbs up and you roll your eyes.

“How did you even know we were here? Aren’t you meant to be at practice or something?” You ask them, clutching Shoto’s shirt in an attempt to hide your face.

“Come on, you passed the note to Kaminari and Sero and expected us to not come?”

“I wonder what your kid’s quirk is gonna be like,” Midoriya mumbles into his hand, “Will they get both of Todoroki’s quirks plus [Name]’s?”

“Izuku! Don’t say things like that!” Iida begins scolding the green-head much to both your boyfriend and your amusement, “To say something so suggestive when they’ve only gotten together-!”

“Iida now you’re making it creepy!” Everyone begins grumbling, some annoyed and some laughing at the comments and the once peaceful and romantic atmosphere turns rowdy as everyone starts talking about the newly formed relationship.

“Great now I can’t use the kitchen without thinking about you two making out!” The blonde grumbled before storming out bringing with him a new round of laughs as you and Shoto blush awkwardly.

Safe to say, none of your classmates will ever let you live down how long it took you two to get together.

[i-may-be-stupit]

Idk the horney got me, so here we are HAHAHAHA 18+ and kinda a bit of crack at times, ENJOY!!!!! Oh! And this is reletively gender neutral, babes!!

Your name is (Y/N) (L/N). And you've always been known as a good kid. That is until your father was murdered by a hero. He did a lot of dirty work, sure, but he did it for his family to survive. And when a hero took him down, everyone cheered. They never though about his family. Nor his place in the world. They saw him as dirt. The same way you started seeing heros.

To you, heros didn't care about the villians and didn't care whether they died or lived. They were savage beasts who needed to be taken down. You became a villian. You would assassinate hero after hero with the simple tittle of "Marrow." And that's when you met the League.

They had the same ideals as you and could help make your dream a reality.

You joined the League, but you were still you. You were a seemingly innocent flower that blossomed in any form of villainous mayhem.

Your quirk was known as simply bone manipulation. You could manipulate your bones however you pleased and you could even shoot them out like needles. But, you were at higher risk for osteoporosis.

Its been 6 months since then and you've made yourself at home with the LOV. Twice and Toga were your closest friends now, but Shigaraki just hits different.

You'd go out and have fun with your two close friends, and to be honest, you're pretty sure that you three had pulled every prank possible on Dabi. Kurogiri was like a dad to you now. He gave lots of great advice and made sure that you kept up with your online college classes in between villian duties.

But shigaraki was a whole other story.

I mean, he was usually crule and hateful towards everyone, but the League was his soft spot. He treats members like family. He cherishes them. Even if he doesn't say it. He almost always have been putting them first.

And it made you kind of...attracted to him.

Yeah, he was dryer than the Saharan Desert, and had a diet of strictly microwavable ramen and redbull, but he was actually a good guy. You caught yourself staring at him a few times per day and your crush on him was appearant to you as well as all the other members.

So here you were, staring in awe at Tomura as he and Dabi played against eachother in Mortal Kombat. (They'd fight at least once a day, so Kurogiri made up the idea of fighting in Mortal combat instead whenever they got fed up with eachother) You blushed, seeing Shigaraki so serious. Ugh, there's just something about him...

Toga walked into the room and sat down in the loveseat next to you. She smirked before loudly announcing, "Gee, (Y/N)! It looks like your boyfriend, Tomura, is winning!" You started choking her.

No, deadass.

You fucking wrapped your hands around her neck and violently shook her head back and forth like Bart and Homer Simpson. Toga just laughed and moaned, causing you to feel too violated to keep choking her. You let go and as you did, Shigaraki stood up and started making fun of Dabi for being a "Bitch ass loser."

You blushed deeply, eyes lidded while gazing at the crusty boy. All you could see was Shigaraki, hearts around him as he did his breathtaking victory dance in slow motion. His gorgeous, dehydrated body swayed and jiggled happily as he jumped a few times, white specs gently fluttered from his head. His dandruff glistening in the florescent lights, as you sighed, absolutely smitten. Dabi rolled his eyes at his boss before looking at you. He then smirked. This cant be good.

Dabi chuckled. "Oh okay, Shiggy, you beat me fair and square." Shigaraki looked at him suspiciously. "It's okay though." He smirked, "Because I'm sure that (Y/N) can give me a little pick-me-up!"

The white haired boy glarred at Dabi then at you. Dabi slyly slipped over to you and Toga. He grabbed you be your wrist and pulled you up to stand. You were too flustered out of your mind to even do anything. He wrapped both of his hands around your waist. "Isn't that right, baby?"

You laughed awkwardly, "Dabi, not to be rude or anything, but you seem like a heavy man and I don't know if I could manage carrying all of your body weight if I were to pick you up, I mean my bones are kinda brittle as they are and-"

He brought his face to yours and kissed your neck softly. "We're gonna have some fun tonight, right?" You fucking hit him with a suplex, a small crack being heard from your hip. God damn it, your fucking brittle ass bones! Everyone burst out in laughter (aside from Kurogiri who was facepalming). Dabi sat on the floor rubbing his head in pain. "Fuck, (Y/N)! It was a joke!"

You folded your arms and frowned. "Well don't joke around with me like that!" Heat rose to your cheeks, "Especially in front of T-Tomura..." You looked at your boss to see him still too busy laughing at Dabi getting backflipped. You smiled shyly, holding your cheeks and wiggling like the love sick shit you are. He's so dreamy~ oh my, is he coughing up blood from laughing too hard?

You looked in disgust for a moment before sighing loudly. Ugh, it's so sexy when he coughs up blood! Shigaraki looked at his hand before licking the blood back into his mouth like a fucking heathen-

Sorry.

Your fucking heathen.

Later that night, everyone was out and about, leaving you and Shigaraki alone. He was drinking a glass of rum and coke as you doodled in a little notebook. You looked up to see him staring at you already. You both quickly looked away. It's been rough lately, dealing with your crush on him.

And Tomura was catching on.

Well, kinda.

He thinks he's really ugly and unworthy of love, so he thinks you just stare at him because you're still taken back at how hideous (he believes) he is. He's been wearing Father on his face more often and been getting more easily upset at you. But, he was also confused because he was starting to like your fragile self.

He's scared that he'll break you with one tap of the finger. That's just how fragile you seem. Shigaraki smiled softly, staring deeply into his glass.

(Y/N) seems so fragile, but they're a god damn hurricane.

Shigaraki swirled his cup around, deep in thought. How can they fight so well when they seem so brittle? It's strange. It's unexpected... It's interesting. Your boss' cheeks turned a tint of pink. (Y/N) can pull off a suplex on Dabi. Their back bent so far... I wonder what (Y/N) looks like arching it for me... He looked over at your figure. You were awkwardly dangling your feet off the couch, seeming to be lost in thought. Tomura sighed and took another whisk of his drink. They're way too cute for me...

There's been a lot of awkward times with you two alone. And you could both feel the tension. Shigaraki left to his room with a small sigh. He hates basically everything. But you? He might just love you.

You two hung out a lot actually. You'd play videogames together and have small movie nights for the two of you. You vividly remembered cuddling up beside him one winter night. It was snowing and you two chatted while sitting on the floor making Smores in the fireplace.

But it got harder and harder to be around eachother when you both started liking eachother. It got...awkward. And the night that Tomura asked you if you wanted to watch a horror movie with you and got a concerned face from you was the night his heart broke. You just didn't want to accidentally grab him at a jumpscare and have him laugh at you for being a pussy. But he thought that you just didnt trust him.

You sighed, thinking about that shitty night, and walked to Shigaraki's room. You had to tell him about your feelings. You knocked softly and was allowed to enter. Shigaraki was sitting in bed, wide awake, just sitting there, staring at the wall in front of him in thought.

You sat awkwardly on his bed in a tense silence for a good minute as the man just stared awkwardly at you through the hand on his face. Shigaraki sighed when he noticed you werent going to say anything, and he set Father down on his nightstand.

"(Y/N), I feel uncomfortable with you staring at me all the time." Heat rushed to your cheeks and you stared harder at the  ground. "I get that I'm ugly, but you should know how rude it is to stare-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" You glarred at him, anger boiling up. "The fuck did you just call yourself?!"

He glarred right back at you. "I said I was ugly, did I stutter?"

Yeah. Youre choosing to ignore that attitude. "Tomura, you're not ugly."

He rolled his eyes. "There is literally no other reason for you to be staring at me that much, mutt."

You folded your arms with a frown. "I think you're handsome."

He laughed.

He laughed hard as hell.

For a good 3 minutes straight.

"Oh thats a good one, (Y/N)! You know, I'm actually enjoying you-"

"I'm serious!" You poked his chest hard while getting closer to his face, your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "I think you have pretty eyes!" You poked him again, "You have a pretty face!" You poked him one last time, "And you're an amazing leader!" Shigaraki went silent with a blush and so did you. You twittled your fingers together, looking away timidly. "I-uh... I think I l-like you, actually."

Tomura chuckled breathlessly with concern for your mental health, eyes darting around uncomfortably. "Are you being...serious...?"

"Mm-hm..."

"Oh....okay." He awkwardly looked away from you with a small blush. Hes never had anyone like him romantically. Actually, not a lot of people even like him generally. And it made it extra weird with you being so damn cute and funny to him. 

You layed down on his bed, anxiety rushing through you. It was weird to tell your boss that you liked him. I mean, its probably gonna be awkward between you two forever! Tomura layed down next to you. His hands overlapping eachother on his chest. You looked over to him with a small awkward smile. "So-uh... do you like me back...?"

Tomura frowned. "Are you fucking dumb??" You winced and he just rolled his eyes. "It would be impossible to not fall in love with you." A small chuckle left your lips as he softly started playing in your (h/t) hair.

You frowned. "Did I say you could touch my hair?"

He rolled his eyes before lifting you up to straddle him. Heat rushed to your cheeks. And you pushed his chest away as your (e/c) eyes darted away. "T-Tomura, what are y-you doing?" You were speechless and flustered. And it wasn't helping that his hands were laying on your waist (pinkies up of course).

Tomura chuckled with a mischevious look in his eyes. He slowly moved his hands up and down your sides. "Let me play with your hair...and as a reward..." He kissed you softly on your lips. "I'll make you feel things you've never felt before...." He licked your ear and you thanked the Lord for that because it just made his mouth a lil less crusty. "Deal?" His breath tickled your ears and your breathing turned into aroused, airy breaths.

"Deal..." Shigaraki smirked before kissing you roughly, his hand engulfed in your (h/t) hair, leaving his middle finger up of course. As his tongue darted around your mouth, he pulled your hair harder, causing a wince of pain from you. His lips left yours quickly.

"Am I being too rough?"

You smiled softly at him. He cares! "Oh, just a little."

Shigaraki grinned before pulling your hair even harder. "You'll get used to that." Your eyes widened in fear and pain as he threw you onto the bed roughly. He kissed you harder, and forced your thighs open with both of his hands, pinkies up.

He laughed with arousal, pressing his clothed member against you. You sighed as he grinded against your bottoms while tongue kissing you. His hands left your thighs and brought themselves to your body. He sucked, kissed, and bit all over your neck and his indexes and thumbs twirled and pulled at your nipples under your shirt.

"Ah-!" You moaned loudly as the man sucked at your soft spot. "T-Tomura!" A small gasp left your lips and his connected to your skin. Mumbled moans came from you, your hand over your mouth. Tomura glarred the second he heard a moan muffled. "H-Hey!" He had grabbed your hand from over your mouth and tightly gripped it with four fingers, pressing it against the headboard.

He grinned widely out of nowhere, "You really thought you could get away with hiding those beautiful sounds from me?" He sat up, unbuckling his jeans. His eyes went cold as he took off his pants and boxer briefs. "I'm gonna have to get some type of...hm, whats the word?" He looked away in though before smiling and snapping his fingers, "Compensation! Yeah...and I know just what I want from you." Shigaraki push you off of the bed roughly. You fell to the floor and rubbed your arm. He sat on the king-sized in front of you with his cock in his hand. "Suck."

You frowned at him. Did he really have to push you off like that? You got on your knees between his thighs and took a good look at it.

Fuck, he's hung...

You covered your mouth with a huge blush. Where the hell did that come from?! He was a good nine inches and quite thick. You frowned at him and pointed at his cock. "The fuck am I supposed to do with this?" He frowned.

Shigaraki didnt say another word. He just grabbed you by the hair and placed it against your lips. You frowned before licking the tip softly, making him laugh breathlessly. "Fuck..." You sucked on his tip and his hand tightened around your hair, pulling a bit. He looked down at you, smirking while absolutely flustered. "Ugh, your little mouth was made for my fat cock, wasn't it, (Y/N)?" He chuckled and pressed your head forward, forcing a bit more of him inside of you. Shigaraki panted as you bobbed your head back and forth on him. "Youre such a fucking slut..." His cheeks was tinted pink as he stared down at you. Tomura started bobbing your head back and forth on him. He laughed as you gagged on him. "What? Is it too big?" Your face went even hotter. How can he be so fucking conceited yet self conscious?! The white hair boy held your face and was practically thrusting into your mouth at this point. He threw his head back and groaned as cum filled your mouth. "Fuck, (Y/N), you're good at that." He watched you like prey as you thumbed the white substance dripping down your chin. You licked your thumb and he chuckled. "How does it taste?"

You smirked at him minscheviously while getting back on the bed. You took off your bottoms and short then spread your legs. "It tastes good enough to deserve a tip, right?" Shigaraki licked his lips as he crawled in between your thighs.

He rubbed you, playing with your slit. "Did sucking me off really get you this turned on?" You flushed and covered your eyes with your forearm. Tomura smirked mischievously as he licked at you. You moaned quietly, his tongue swirling around and his finger going in and out of your hole.

He stuck his ringerfinger in and you squeaked in pleasure. "Mmm... Tomura, I-just like that..." He sucked and licked, getting more sloppy as his fingers pumped in and out of you. He pumoed faster and faster and your small groans turned into loud moaning as you orgasmed. "Fuck Tomura! Ah-!" You came in his mouth, immediately apologizing. Shigaraki just licked his now soaked fingers and you just stared at him, blushing hard as hell. You smiled softly. "H-How do I taste?"

His red eyes prowled your body as he got on top of you. Your cheeks got hotter when he strattled you. You sighed as he rubbed his manhood against you. Small, flustered moans escaped your lips at his teasing. "You taste like you were missing something." His warm breath tickled your ear, "But I'll fix that right up for you."

Tomura slowly entered you. He groaned out your name in ecstasy. You were a bit uncomfortable at first at his thickness. "W-wait, dont move yet..." You breathed in and out slowly, feeling yourself adjust to him. A groan left your lips, "O-okay..."

Tomura grinded against you, kissing your neck as your hands fiddled with his hair. He started off slow, savoring the feeling of you. He sighed into your collarbone. "God, (Y/N), you're so tight..." He cursed underneath his breath, fucking you a bit faster.

Tears pricked at your eyes. This was almost too much for you. Youve always fantasized about being with Shigaraki and now that it was happening, it felt almost too good to be true. He grinded into you deeper, filling you up fully as his hand held both of tour wrists above your head. The bed rocked as he started thrusting into you faster and deeper. "T-Tomura, you feel so good inside of me!" He groaned louder and you couldn't help but become flustered at all of his noises.

He fucked you even faster and harder. "Fuck, youre mine now, okay?" You nodded and moaned louder at him. "Oh fuck!" His white hair bounced as he pulled out and flipped you over. You were on your forearms and knees, begging for him to keep fucking you good as he thrusted in and out, his hand pulling at your hair as the other gave the occasional spank on your ass. Tomura's thrusts became sloppy as you reached your peak. You both moaned loudly, his cum pouring from inside of you. Shigaraki pulled out and immediately collapsed next to you.

You panted as his arms wrapped themselves around you. You smiled at him. "That was good, right?" He chuckled and kissed your lips.

"The best."

You two spooned as Kurogiri had an extra glass of wine, in utter disgust at when he was forced to hear.