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livewithyura · 4 months

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okay so I have this really dumb idea: Jin Kazama x pregnant wife reader (post tekken 8) who is like super clingy always wanting Cuddles/kisses/massages and make it super fluffy

✧ Jin x Reader [ Tekken headcanon!]

❒ ⁀➷ Request open [ tekken only tehe ]

❒ ⁀➷ Answer : Gosh How I love this big guy . Your idea is heartwarming 😔! Jin would be a good husband but I believe he has a little 'clingy' part of him because bro he's literally a mama's boy . This is not a fully one-shot , gotta write some explanation on bullet points!

❒ ⁀➷ Notes : This is my first time taking tekken request , so believe me I'm not that expert!

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Morning routine with Jin

You're waking up to do something But Jin Holding your wrist and drags your back to bed. This man refuses to let you go. Your freedom of movement becomes more restricted after he learns about your pregnancy. It's not about control or dominance in the relationship for him . he simply wants to protect you. It can be a bit frustrating when you can't even lift a teacup, as he becomes quite anxious and protective.

"No . 5 minutes" "5 minutes what?" "Stay in bed" And he will rest his head on your chest .

This man tries earnestly to cook for his wife. There was even a time when he accidentally left the stove on fire , Burn the toast , He's so clumsy in kitchen but you're there to help him . At first , he won't let your feet cross the kitchen until he almost set the house on fire .

He will hugs your from the back while kissing the back of your neck . "I will not let that happen again , princess . I swear I will be better in cooking" He will have determination in cooking . Pullin up a hero quotes like "I won't burn the toast anymore , that's my promise" while clenching his fist . [ don't bother him when he's in his main character mode ]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Jin's habits!

He will ALWAYS kiss you while you're doing something . You're reading book? Watching movies? Paint your nails? BRO HE DON'T CARE , He will kiss you anyways. He even will make you both do soft kisses under a blanket in evening . "y/n..." "what?" "How about a kiss?" "Again?" "um--yes?"

Cuddles? Oh he loves that , He will prepare a movie night for his wife just to cuddles with his wife . "we're watching a horror movie , if you're scared you can sit on my lap" the monotone voice of his make his speech more funnier and he's not even blinking when he said that. "SHUT UP AND WATCH THE MOVIE MANN"

He also will do the house chores "Um you know how to use that washing machine RIGHT?" "I'm aware . I mimicked everything my mother did."

After that he demanded a massages , you can't refuse as he always do the ENTIRE house chores . "Y/n..." "What?" "Can I say something.. inappropriate?" "go on" "I'm obsessed with your touch"

He will take care of you . He will clean up your vomit with his expressionless face . He will also steadying your body as you start to stand up or walk . He will make sure to fulfill your request . You want a weird food? He will buy it . You want a relaxing bath? He will prepare it for you . You want a soft pillow? He will buy it. Just called his name , he will be there right in front of you . "Ok , what now Princess?" . He would said that while looking at you.

He will also lend you his baggy hoodie when the temperature is cold.

He will not let you go out alone , he will be there no matter what . "I'll shield you from anything that could harm you, princess. Just give me a call if you want to go buy groceries." he said that while he's resting his head on your lap . "Alright , big guy"

And also , if he want to go somewhere he will drag you . He will never leave you alone . "You.Me.Training.Let's go"

If you refused , he will carry you himself.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Night routine with Jin

You guys will spend the night together . Sometimes , watching movie. Sometimes you guys will have a coffee together or your fav beverages while staring into a starry sky . Talk about philosophy and future plans . Until you fell asleep , he will carry you to bed . Pull the blanket for you and looking at your face until he fell asleep .

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Bonus!

He's clingy since he's a mama's boy . BUT He will NEVER admit it . He will act tough and firm in front of you with his words , but all he need is your love .

"Jin , I just want to go pick up flowers in front of our house" "Okay"

10 minutes later....

"Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?"

"You're little bit clingy , you know that?" "No? I'm not " He said that while his arms around your waist .

I also believe he's so protective because that's what he is , he don't want the tragic moment happen in his life again .

↺Written by yura why you event want to copy and steal this crap? /you can reblog!

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mitsuristoleme · 5 months

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He Got That Boyish Look That I Like in a Man

written for @satoruoo as part of the Jjk Secret Santa (i hope you like it)

cw: aged up!yuuji. and by extension other characters. suggestive. fluff. mention of my poly!stsg x reader throuple. gojo and geto’s spouse referred to as [t/n] because technically they’re also a reader character and i’m to lazy to give them a name. megumi is a hater. 1.3k words. gojo is a menace but are we really shocked. gojo and geto’s spouse attempts to rizz up reader.

a/n: i actually have no idea how i wrote this but enjoy!! i love yuuji sm

People described yours and Yuuji’s relationship in many different ways.

Nobara was both happy that her two best friends (not that she would ever admit that she considered any of you her best friends) had found love in each other; and jealous that Yuuji had found a significant other before she had.

Megumi was utterly sick of the dumbassery (his words), something about you each being insane enough on your own.

Todo was glad that his brother/ best friend had a significant other but heartbroken because “how are we to talk about Jennifer Lawrence’s butt now?”

Yeah... Todo weirded you out when you first met him. Who yells “What kind of woman is your type?!” when you first meet someone??

Anyway.

You guys had started dating in your first year at Jujutsu High and the past four years that you had been dating were absolutely amazing. Perfect even. Yuuji is an amazing boyfriend. He cooks for you (the meatballs are KILLER), his body temperature is somehow always perfect for cuddling, and the sex is mindblowing.

The first Christmas eve after you graduate, you follow him down the sidewalk, your hands intertwined, heading to have dinner at a restaurant with your old teachers, Fushiguro and Kugisaki. He’s excitedly ranting about the sushi restaurant Gojo-sensei, Geto-sensei, their spouse introduced him to. Admittedly, you’re barely listening, too distrated by the sparkle in his eyes, the bounce in his step, his ever so perfect side profile, and his muscular build accentuated now that hes wearing a fitted t-shirt and jeans instead of his jujutsu high uniform.

Yeah, you’re drooling over your boyfriend. What? It’s not a crime.

“Baby? Baby are you listening? Hello? Earth to y/n?”

Yuuji’s hand waving in front of your face brings you back to reality and you apologise to the boy for ignoring him, albeit not regretting staring at him at all. You grin abashedly as you tell your now pouting boyfriend, “Sorry darling, but really its your fault for looking so sexy and edible.”

His face flushes a warm pink at your words and he pulls you closer by your waist to press a kiss to your hairline. “Say shit like that in public again and we might end up with a problem sweetheart. We wouldn’t want to leave our old teachers hanging now would we?” His voice had dropped to a deep, seductive whisper, sending shivers down your spine.

With his sunshine boy personality, it was easy to forget that Yuuji was inhumanly strong, and a lot less innocent than he appeared on the surface.

The proximity of his face to yours was causing your heart to pound ferociously in your chest, blood rushing to your face, and maybe somewhere else too. His golden eyes shone with mischief and lust, flicking between your eyes and mouth. His grip on your waist tightened as he took his lower lip into his mouth and you had to fight the urge to kiss him senseless in the middle of the street.

“Yuu,” you breathed out, pressing a kiss to his jawline. “We should go or we’ll be extremely late and Kugisaki will never let us live it down.”

He lets out a huff and pouts, but starts walking to the restaurant you were supposed to be at nonetheless.

As soon as you guys enter the restaurant, you’re greeted by over enthusiastic yells by Gojo accompanied by his arms waving in the air to catch your attention.

T/n rises from the their chair and pulls you into an aggressive hug. You laugh as you hug your favourite teacher back, as they repeatedly tell you how pretty you look.

“Sensei, are you trying to steal my girlfriend from me?” Yuuji joked, as he received affectionate but mildly aggressive headpats from Gojo, all while Geto laughed in his seat. All the while, Megumi and Nobara ignored your existence.

“Yeah actually i am. These two aren’t cutting it anymore,” T/n laughs, gesturing to Gojo and Geto, who make gasps of mock offense.

“Thats not what you said last ni-“

Gojo is cut off by his black haired husband getting up and slapping his hand over his mouth. “Not in front of our students, you fool,” he hisses.

You head off to greet Nobara and Megumi as Yuuji chats with your teachers about his upcoming mission.

Megumi looks up disinterestedly from the book he’s reading as you approach. “Hey Thing 1,” he greets. Before you can give him a response to the blatant disrespect, Nobara shoves a Santa cap on your head.

“HO! HO! HO!” you immediately say obnoxiously, taking special care to say it right next to Megumi’s ear. He glares at your triumphant expression and mouths a silent ‘fuck you’.

Sticking your tongue out at him, you slide into the seat next to Yuuji and rest your head on his shoulder. He turns his head, momentarily distracted from the conversation he was having, and smiles at you. That beautiful dazzling smile that leaves you wonderstruck everytime you see it. He wraps an arm around your waist and turns back to his conversation with Geto.

He picks up his drink, condensation around the cold glass, and brings it to his lips. After four years of being together you realise just how attractive you find Yuuji’s hands and arms. They’re muscular and just the right amount of veiny. You’ve always known his hands were attractive, but something about the dim lighting of the restaurant, soft music playing in the background and being pressed against his side that makes you incredibly hyper aware of everything about him.

The rest of the evening passes by with Yuuji hands constantly resting on you, eliciting mock disgusted glares from Megumi, fake retching sounds from Nobara and fond looks from your teachers, who saw their relationship in their younger years in you.

When everyone gets ready to leave, T/n insists on driving “the kids” home. When your teachers’ car pulls up to your apartment complex, you and your boyfriend thank them for the ride and make the way up to your place.

The elevator ride up to your floor is shrouded in comfortable silence, Yuuji’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his face tucked into the crook of your neck.

You enter your house a little after midnight, absolutely wiped from the night you had. As fun as it was, keeping up with Gojo and Kugisaki’s energy at the same time could be pretty exhausting.

The small Christmas tree you and Yuuji set up a week ago twinkles away in the corner of the living room as you slip your shoes off. The moment you straighten up after putting away your shoes, Yuuji pulls you into a crushing hug.

“You look so beautiful tonight,” he whispers. “You look beautiful everyday but you looked extra beautiful tonight. You’re the only Christmas gift I need baby,” he continues, all sweet and perfect and you want to cry and kiss his face off.

“Well then, its a pity I bought you the collector’s edition of the Human Earthworm movies,” you grin.

He gasps and before he has a chance to respond, you kiss him.

He responds with just as much enthusiasm, kissing you lovingly, even going as far as to lean you back into a dip.

You laugh contently as you break apart and straighten up, still pressed into his body.

“I love you so much, Yuu.”

“I love you too baby.”

He scoops you up bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom, both of you giggling like middle schoolers. You wash your faces and finish your night routine, smiling at each other and bumping hips.

You settle into the covers with Yuuji pressed against you, your face resting against his chest. His comforting presence was lulling you to sleep. He had always been such a safe space for you, holding you through countless stressful breakdowns.

The last thing you hear before you black out is a soft “Merry Christmas sweetheart, I love you,” followed by a gentle kiss on the crown of your head.

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moriartyluver · 9 months

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can we have some mtp boys (separate) on how they’d treat a fem! Reader who is on her period. You don’t need to make it historically accurate & if you’d prefer, you can make it modern au. Thank you!!!

A/N: I did this in a modern AU as suggested because I have no idea how people would have dealt with periods in the 19th century

Characters: William James Moriarty x fem! Reader , Albert James Moriarty x fem! Reader ,Louis James Moriarty x fem! Reader (separate)

Format: headcannons

Genre: hurt/ comfort, fluff

Prompt: the Moriarty brothers with a reader who is on their period.

Warnings: reader is afab, reader is female, established relationships, periods/menstruation etc.

LOUIS would be such a good partner in general so when you’re on your period? He is doing everything!

He’s already very much a househusband male wife kind of guy but it just gets so much more malewifey when you’re on your period

Oh you’re hot water bottle got slightly less warm? Louis is filling it up for your instantly

He will literally shower you in heating pads

I don’t think he’d be very physically affectionate in general, his love language is definitely acts of service and it’s very evident all the time, but if you ask to be held, hold you he will.

He’ll make you anything you want to eat no matter how strange (I always get really weird cravings on my period so if you do aswell, be prepared because Louis will stop at nothing to make you happy)

He has a whole storage cupboard packed with pads and tampons and whatever else you may use, all with your preferred sizes and brands because he’s just that caring. You never run out of pads or tampons with him around.

If any ones annoying you, he’ll be super pissed off and will actually get into a fight for your sake.

If you’re feeling emotional, he’ll be by your side reassuring you that everything’s okay. He’s a bit emotionally constipated but he tries his best for you.

If you ever need sheets to be washed or clothes to be cleaned, he won’t mind at all and he will definitely not get upset.

He himself doesn’t go out unless necessary so he’ll try stay at home with you all the time, just in case you need something (even if you insist that you’re fine)

Overall rating? 10/10 wifey material

WILLIAM probably knows more about your period than you do. Not in a gross mansplaining way but in a well educated husband kind of way

Like he definitely knows when you’re going to start you’re period based on symptoms and stuff before you get that little red surprise in your underwear. Worst feeling tbh.

He helps you learn how to track your cycle and if you’re an inconsistent period girlie like myself, he’s a great help. Imagine just getting ready to go out and then William tells you to make sure to take a pad/tampon/cup with you before you leave 💀

He pampers you too, especially if you live together, but not in the same way louis does.

He’s a bit more strict when it comes to what you should and shouldn’t eat (it’s the protective teacher in him). Liam makes you take magnesium supplements and makes sure you eat healthy even if you’re craving junk food so your cramps don’t get worse.

He’s probably calculated the perfect temperature for your heat pad/hot water bottle 😭

Probably a little more affectionate than his younger brother would be. If you’re complaining about being cold or uncomfortable, he’d put whatever book he’s reading down and hold his arms wide open for you. William absentmindedly rubs your back while listening to you complain about having a uterus

Definitely pressed kisses to your forehead while you ramble like the old fashioned lover he is 🤭

He makes sure to buy you really good quality pads/tampons and is sure to memorise which brands or types you prefer. Might slip a chocolate bar in there too. He also buys you painkillers and gives you the correct doses and everything at the right times

If you don’t feel like speaking much (he loves talking to you for some reason. its adorable) he gets a little upset but he’s a surprisingly good communicator. He doesn’t want to make you feel uneasy and bless his heart, he does all the chores and everything so you don’t have to suffer further while your uterus tries to fucking kill you

Overall rating? ∞/10 (I am totally not biased) I want to marry him idc if he’s a drawing

ALBERT is stupid. I’m sorry that’s a mean way to start off

I think we can all agree he has OCD or OCPD but he’s so sweet to you despite some seeing periods as a ‘Filthy’ thing.

You bled through the sheets? He’ll calmly help you fix that dw sweetie. If you bleed through your pants in public and anyone gives you any dirty looks or some weird shit because people hate uterus havers, he’s not called one of the most unhinged mtp characters for nothing 😊

Ok but this man knows nothing about periods though. I’m so sorry. Like you had to explain to him that no you can’t hold in the blood nor do you use your pad as a bandaid of some sort

Would probably send you one of these :(yes I made that)

He needs Louis to go shopping with him to help get you stuff because this man is smart enough for eton but not enough to know that different colours on pad packages are not flavours 🙄

Also he’s a shit cook so you still have to do that if u don’t wanna starve

Probably the most affectionate out of the brothers. He’s very cuddly with you when you need him to be (mainly because he feels bad for being so damn useless)

Overall rating? 2/10 💀

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #mtp william #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori x reader

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ichijager13 · 1 year

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Teach me how to be loved

Chapter XI

Then what’s the worst, that could happen to a girl who’s already hurt?

Pairing : Eren Jäger x reader, past relationships: Reiner Braun x reader, Jean kristein x reader

Characters: Eren Jäger, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger, Reiner Braun, Jean Kristein, Carla Jäger, Sophie Jäger.

Tags: Unhealthy coping mechanism, unhealthy relationships, childhood trauma, physical and verbal abuse, self-esteem and trust issues, domestic violence, implied/ referenced cheating, and a touch of sweet, lovable, and non fuckboy Eren Jäger

This fic is brought to you by Lana Del Rey’s songs

Masterlist, AO3, Playlists: Reader’s POV, Eren’s POV

A/N: Hello there, thank you for reading my work. I hope you’ll love this chapter and that you are enjoying this fic so far.

Thank you for interacting with my story and for all the love you are giving me.

As for the playlist I mentioned in the last chapter, I'm still working on it (almost ready), it contains songs related to reader's story with Eren, Jean, and Reiner. I really hope you'll love the songs that I picked.

Take care of yourselves and don't forget to drink water.

Ichi ❤️

PS: Likes and reblogs are more than appreciated. Have a nice day/evening

The next morning you woke up to the warmth of Eren’s body. Despite making you feel confused and unable to think straight, you love being around him. you nuzzled his neck before pulling away and laid there on your stomach watching him sleep. Although it felt weird to have someone sleeping in your bed, you took your time admiring him.

Like each time you find yourself near him, you are questioning how did you get into this situation? How did such a kind and gorgeous man enter your life? You knew damn well that he doesn’t belong in your world and that you certainly don’t belong in his either. You both stand on opposite sides of a river and yet, you always end up in his arms. No matter how fast you run, how far you get, and how well you hid, he always finds his way back to you. No matter what you do you always find yourself pulled back to him.

You don’t deserve him, that old familiar voice from the back of your head spoke.

You shook your head to get rid of your thoughts and ran a distracted hand through his tangled locks. Afraid you might contaminate him; you left a light peck on his shoulder before leaving bed. you ignored why, but you felt the urge to kiss him.

Coming back from the kitchen you found Eren still sleeping. You slipped under the covers and reached for your sketchbook from beside your bed. “Can I at least see it?” he spoke in his raspy morning voice when you put it down an hour later.

“When did you wake up?” you frowned.

“A while ago,” he responded hugging his pillow. Looking at him, you could’ve sworn you have never seen someone look this dazzling after just waking up.

Unaware you were smiling, you brushed away the strands of hair that partially covered his face. “Thank you.” was all you could say.

Your headache was gone and breathing through your nose became easier, but you were still coughing and your throat still feels sour. He opened his arms for you. Smile growing wider, you shook your head. “You might fall sick,” you squeaked when he pulled you closer.

You cracked up when you heard him grumble, “I’m a tough guy”. But soon your giggle was replaced by a weak moan when he nibbled your nape. “How do you feel?” he asked checking your temperature.

“Much better, thank you.”

“Thank God the fever is gone. you got me so worried last night.” He caressed your hair before hugging you.

Nuisance, that same voice from earlier hissed.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

Pathetic. The tone became harsher.

“I ruined your night.”

“No, you didn’t, sweetheart. It’s not your fault.” The instant that the pet name registered in your head, the lecturing voice disappeared, and every nerve in your body was set on fire. In order to hide the giddy smile threatening to break through your face, you nestled your head in his chest. He doesn’t think you are a nuisance; those voices can go to hell for now. You won’t let anything ruin this moment.

Later that morning after he made sure you were doing better, Eren went home.

You were standing at your door when he spoke, “call or message me in case you felt unwell, alright?” you nodded smiling. “I’ll stop by tomorrow morning,” he followed playing with your locks. He tilted his head to plant a kiss on your forehead when you nodded, still smiling.

“I for sure wasn’t expecting that,” Pieck gasped. “Look, Annie, it’s Eren.” You both froze when you heard her.

“Pieck,” Annie sighed in defeat. “Good morning.” she flashed you an embarrassed smile.

Recovering from his surprise, Eren bid you goodbye, leaving the three of you standing on the staircase watching him walk away.

“You couldn’t be more discreet,” Annie hissed.

Ignoring her friend, Pieck glared at you. “Why you never told us you started dating.”

“Because we’re not,” you argued letting her come in.

“Bullshit,” she booed. “You saw too, Annie, didn’t you? the way they were looking at each other,” the brunette emphasized. “Wait, did you know?” she questioned her friend suspiciously.

Ignoring Pieck once again, the blonde inquired, “Are you alright? You seem tired and your voice is raspy.”

“And why are you surprised? The very reason just walked out of her place,” Pieck pointed out. “It’s been a while since we last saw you, so we decided to pay you a visit,” she explained. “To think that we’d be greeted by such a romantic sight.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“I caught a flu, that’s why,” you replied. “Coffee?” you asked heading to the kitchen.

“Let me take care of it,” Annie followed you.

“Don’t overreact, please, it’s nothing but a flue,” you huffed. “Plus, Eren got carried away and made enough coffee to serve the whole town.”

“Wait, don’t tell me you…” Pieck’s eyebrows drew together.

“No, Pieck, we didn’t screw up last night.” You poured coffee into your mugs. “You’re unbelievable,” you huffed. “He paid me a visit yesterday. Noticing I was in bad shape he refused to let me spend the night alone.” you clarified.

“That’s adorable.” She cooed.

“And how are you doing today?” Annie asked.

“Much better, the fever is gone and I can breathe easily through my nose,” you paused. “But this cough is bugging me, it’s making my sour throat feel worst.”

“What happened?”

“Walked under the rain,” you simply replied. “It was a Friday night,” you specified, noticing your friends’ round eyes. “And no, it wasn’t Eren,” you answered the pending question no one dared to ask after you cleared your throat.

“Damn, girl, your life is messy.” Pieck scrunched her nose. “But not your cookies,” she added reaching for another one.

“Thanks.”

“But seriously, why aren’t you two dating? You look like a match made in heaven.”

“a, because I don’t date, and b, how could you know? This is the first time you see us together.”

The dark-eyed woman rose a finger to stop you before she said, “and that’s where you’re wrong.” She offered you a cheeky smile. “I saw you together multiple times. At Annie’s wedding, the dinner organized by Armin’s company, earlier, aaaaand three weeks ago. You were leaving a coffee shop together.” Your jaw dropped at her answer. “I don’t know if you are being oblivious on purpose or if you are truly clueless.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Everything about him screams that he’s head over heels for you.”

“Pieck, please, we’re not in a movie”, you sighed. “This is real life, my life, not one of Julia Robert’s rom-com.” You glanced at Annie for backup.

“For once, I think I’m gonna agree with her,” she stated. You simply rose an eyebrow before taking another bite from your cookie.

“By the way, why you never told me that he was married and has a daughter?”

“Eren is divorced?” Pieck gasped.

“A widower,” you both spoke in unison.

“Poor thing,” she pouted.

“You met her?”

“Yes.”

“Honestly, I genuinely believed that he was just another one on the list that’s why.”

“That’s what I told him,” you pondered.

“But he’s not, right?” Pieck jumped in her place overly excited.

“I honestly don’t know,” you muttered messing with your teaspoon.

“Delivery service,” Eren chanted when Carla opened the door.

“Vatty!” Sophie jumped into her father’s arms.

“Hey there sweet girl,” he cooed pampering her cheeks with soft pecks. “Wie geht's? (How are you?)” He asked putting her down.

“Gut, und dir? was hast du mitgebracht? hast du vor, hier zu übernachten? I missed you Vatty. (Good, and you? What did you bring? Are you planning to spend the night here?)”

“Sehr gut, I miss you too, mein hase. I brought some chocolate lava cake, ice cream, and pizza. und ja, das werde ich. (And yes, I will).”

“I can’t eat all this, Vatty. Oma sagte, ich muss mich gesund ernähren, wenn ich eine große und schöne Frau wie Mama sein will. (Grandma said, I must eat healthy food if I want to become a big and beautiful woman like mom).”

Eren frowned, “nun, ich schätze, ich muss das ganz alleine essen. (Well, I guess I’ll have to eat this all by myself),” he pouted. “Oma, not funny.” He glanced at his mother.

“Nein, I can make an exception for you this time, richtige, Oma? (Right grandma?)” they both stared at Carla with big puppy eyes.

“Of course, but don’t eat too much.”

You laid on your couch after your friends left. You were desperately trying to focus on your book but you kept zoning out. after fruitless attempts, you gave up.

You closed your eyes thinking about your friends’ words.

“You are in denial,” Pieck pointed out. “You know he is into you and you like him too, you’re just too afraid to admit it”.

“And you are being delusional,” you simply replied.

But you know damn well she is right; you noted how often you think of him and how fast your humor shifts whenever he is around.

“At least give him a chance,” Annie whispered at the moment she bid you goodbye.

But you know you can’t do this, you can’t take such a risk, and you can’t allow yourself to commit the same mistake again. You will never permit yourself to believe in the myth that people call love because you know that shit is not for you.

“I’m just a broken piece who never belonged anywhere,” you mumbled bringing your knees against your chest. “I know my worth and I eventually ended up getting used to it, you know. Being lonely, left behind, mistreated, misunderstood, and ignored.” You looked back at the woman sitting across from you. “That’s just part of who I am and I learned that we can never run away from who we are. I believe that happiness is something out of my reach and I’m fine with it. I accepted my fate long ago, but then…” you paused, thinking about him, his warm smile, soft golden hair, and hazel eyes. “But then he happened. He came with his southern big smile, kind words, and that embrace that makes you feel safe. He made me think that maybe, just maybe I was wrong, that Jean was wrong, that even my father was wrong.” your voice was trembling but you continued anyway. “He made me believe that someone like me,” you pointed your finger at your chest. “A creature of the darkness can live in the light. He convinced me that I belong in his world.” A bitter smile turned up your lips. “I even came to the conclusion that the reason why I was so miserable throughout my life was that my hour didn’t come, that it was just because I haven’t met that one person who will make me happy. And I firmly believed that he is that person. I believed him and believed in him.” your smile twitched and your eyes shimmered with tears. “But he went and broke what I spent years and years patching up and fixing. Just like the others, he destroyed whatever brightness was still left inside of me. That day, when he left, he took away whatever hope I had left.” Your fingers were tracing invisible circles on the armchair. “And now it’s too late, I can’t be saved, Zeynep. I’m a sinking ship, I’m nothing but an old, rusty, and broken machine.” You blinked chasing away your tears. “What belongs to the darkness must always remain there or else it will be blurred or even worst taint all the beautiful and bright things surrounding it. and I was desperate enough, stupid enough to believe it was the opposite.” You darted your face away, fixing the grey sky outside. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate him; I just wish I never met him and I don’t want to see him again,” you whispered minutes later.

Leave him alone, the voice ordered. Eren deserves more and better than what you have to offer, you know that. He deserves a happy woman who can make up for the loss of his wife and bring more joy to his life, you were well aware of this. however, for some obscure reasons, you couldn’t let him go.

‘Cause you are selfish, the voice responded. Do you think he’d actually want you? he’s staying around because he enjoyed the sex. You wanted it to stop, you wanted to mute that voice for good. but… Jean did say that you were only good for sex, well he did when he wasn’t comparing you to others who were far better and selfless than you.

You genuinely wanted to set him free, to save him from your dark twisted soul, to be happy. You wished you had the resolve to sever ties with him, still… you were selfish enough to not do it, at least not right away. Just a little longer, you whispered caressing the sketch you drew this morning when he was pretending to be asleep.

Your train of thought was interrupted by your phone. you received a call from Eren.

“I hope I didn’t wake you up.” you heard him say as soon as you picked up.

“No, I was reading.”

“Sorry for interrupting. How are you?”

“Much better, thank you, Eren,” you replied smiling. You know you shouldn’t be doing this, that you were still healing from your past wounds. You were conscience that if you keep playing with fire, no matter how mesmerizing it looks, you’ll end up burning yourself. And you weren’t ready for such a thing, you weren’t in shape to fall for him. but how could you resist him?

You’re a fool, the voice laughed.

And you knew you were. But what were you going to lose when you had nothing to hold on to? What’s the worst that could happen to you? you pondered.

Just make sure not to come back crawling, and crying like a wounded soldier, the voice sighed visibly annoyed.

With these thoughts in mind, you continued listening to him talk about various topics before you asked, “Are you coming tomorrow?”

“Of course, unless you’re busy or something.”

“No, I’m free,” you responded. “I don’t have any plans for tomorrow.” That night, you fell asleep to Eren’s voice.

He wasn’t sure about what it was, but something between you has changed. A change he’d been hoping for since that night at dinner Armin organized two months ago. After you fell asleep, he went back to his bedroom. He pulled the blanket over his shoulders and pulled his daughter closer before dozing off to the thought of your sweet smile.

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luffythinker · 7 months

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This ask got out of hand i just wanted to tell you about some nationality head canons i had i didn't mean to info dump about minor characters you probably didn't even know about i apologize deeply i am that meme thats like i will talk for hours and not get any work done im sorry

It all started with me writing "What do we think about greek Jirou | italian Kaminari | and british Yaoyorozu?" and i went on but couldn't stop myself im so sorry for the huge info dump on our AU

Momo i think most of the class would think Momo's cooking is bland not because she's british but because she's never really made her own food, rich girl is served she never learned to cook for her self living in the dorms really helped her break the special treatment

Jirou i have this thing where i love that Jirou's dad has curly hair

so instead of her looking like a spawn of her mother she has curly hair like her dad but she straightens it cause she's self conscious— Jirou,Midoriya,Sero,Momo? and Toru having naturally curly hair

sidetrip off topic but i have a headcanon that Jirou's house is part storehouse and it's a music store where they teach people to play guitars and other instruments but also sell instruments too Jirou and her brothers work at the store

one of her brothers is a hero and they are both in the same band the oldest one is the hero and he's the lead singer love this for them Tokoyami has a part time job at the music store Jirou put in a good word for him

another sidetrip Sero if he doesn't straighten his hair it's like usopp i've had this thought for so long

this doesn't help that im right

This man from the liberation front is Momo's dad i think they call him Trumpet but i remember him as leader of the hearts and mind committee

he loves his family but nobody knows that he actually works with the liberation front nor Momo or her mother have any suspicion about him

Skeptic, Sero's uncle who's he's afraid of like a deep fear

Sero comes from a family that has a lot of glue or adhesive quirks Bondo is a cousin of Seros

my friend keeps forgetting her name so she calls that lady re-destro's wife who they adopted Geten and im for it honestly sounds about right

Rei being Icelandic and taken from her home to be with endeavor so Todoroki fam is Icelandic-japanese Endeavour also has siblings who cut him out of their life (cause my friend says so)

this post is becoming long but i wanna keep going cause i have so much to share

me and my friend talked about how none of Endeavor’s kids have a smoke/fog/steam quirk or a water quirk cause ice and fire can produce that so we changed Fuyumi and Natsuo’s quirks

Fuyumi: She has a body made to hold ice and fire but instead of it being half and half like Todoroki her skin is cold and her insides are hot but she has a ice quirk but when she uses her quirk it instantly melts into water because of her weird body temperature she has makes this a water quirk rather then a Ice quirk

Natsuo: He has a body made for fire so when he makes ice it instantly comes out as a hot steam

but of them if they try super hard can produce ice but it would be something they would have to train

Hawks also part of the Todoroki fam he was adopted and dyes his hair red having a extremely complex relationship with his brother Dabi cause Dabi believes Endeavor favors his adopted son over his real son story by my friend cause she loves hawks i love Lady Nagant so we also incorporated Hawks and her being adopted siblings who were adopted into the Endeavor family

this guy is Kaminari's brother his actual villain name is Tesla, my headcanoned reason he didn't show mercy to Kaminari is because he cartoon logic didn't recognize his little bro cause he was wearing a hero costume the same way Kaminari didn't recognize him because he was wearing a villain costume i rewatched the first episodes recently and Tesla said "I don't wanna hurt the kid because i have a brother myself but i will if i have to" when he was negotiating with Momo and Jirou

Kaminari's dad we call him Denryū Kaminari me and my friend have a whole trauma dump for how as a kid Kaminari's dad used his son to commit acts of crime when he was young and impressionable but he is a good father and only did it for last ditch efforts he knew he couldn't escape from Kaminari's quirk amplifies his quirk and is stronger so he could have 5 year old Kaminari make lightning and he would take it and use it Kaminari broke down having to face his dad who he thought in the back of his mind walked out on him and his mom but he never wanted to believe that was the truth he has so many good memories with his dad he couldn't believe it when he saw and fought him at the liberation front

Italian mob father omg

Mama Kaminari who's a hero and has 0 knowledge of what happen to her husband he just disappeared one day not long after one of her sons disappeared as well her quirk i call her Chiku Kaminari and her hero name is Livewire

Mr compress is Yui from class b's uncle their quirks are honestly so similar she can shrink and grow things

Her mother passed when she was born and her dad was in a villain accident trying to get to the hospital when she was born she was given to Mr compress who was still working as a entertainer at the time being the only living family member the hospital could find instead of placing her in a orphanage Mr compress is her uncle and only living relative It hurts her feelings that Mr compress can't be a normal uncle (the peerless thief's lineage stuff) She hates that he was instilled with their values and wants to be nothing like that

Himiko,Monoma and Aoyama are cousins Monoma's quirk is a blood quirk like Himiko's but it just works differently these 3 have fangs have fangs and have been prone to biting

i talked about them being siblings Tetsutetsu dyes his hair gray bc he doesn't want to look like either of his siblings he wants to look like himself but those yellow things those are his eyelashes and they are blond

there are lots of reptile + dragon quirks in Kirishima's family and Ryukyu is his aunt on his mothers side Gigantomachia and Rappa are distant relatives of Kirishima's family as well

i haven’t read all of Vigilantes yet but this guy dyes his hair and he’s Shinsou’s older brother

Popstep is a relative of Uraraka me and an anon talked about it on my side blog and we came to that Kirishima and Himiko were huge Pop step fans in middle school The anon told me

"The main story of Vigilantes takes place about 5 years before canon (close to the AfO vs All Might fight), or about 6 years before Izuku went to UA. Kirishima would be 10, Himiko 11, so the timeline lines up."

This lady in the mha vigilantes her name is Monika

i headcanon back then she dated Aizawa but they broke up because of some differences in life style and at home problems (They just couldn’t give eachother what eachother wanted so they broke it off clean) only Fatgum knows about this

the teacher Ectoplasm is Juzo from class B's dad

and that's not even everything in our AU

let's give you the trophy for the longest ask i have ever seen!! I'm gonna try to do my best here

italian kaminari and british momo is a given here, we love that here

oh i agree, momo knows how to cook but she doesn't know how to season properly

why i never notice her dad is BLOND

love the curly hair gang

i think this headcanon about jirou is so true, her home does give off music store family vibes (and tokoyami working there too?? i can see it okayyyy)

look at my boy usopp making a cameo, i would love to see sero with this type of hair, AND I LOVE THIS PANEL HORI DREW CAUSEKKFDKJFDKJDF MY OP HEART CANT TAKE IT serousopp for the win

not you giving momo a random dad???? love that

i love how we just creating families here, like go skeptic!! talk to your nephew, BONNDO BEING A COUSINDKJDFJKF

you know what, maybe your friend does have a point

i agree, don't nobody wants anything to do with endeavor

Love fuyumi's new quirk, it honestly sounds way cooler than anything hori could come up with; now genuine question for natsuo, what would the steam be useful for?

HAWKS BEING A TODOROKI WAS NOT ON MY BINGOBOOKJKDFJKDFKJ im gonna look away cause i ship dabihawks so that would make things……. complicatedkjdfd even lady nagant made the cut, the todorokis are just a foster family now

THIS RANDOM GUY BEING DENKI'S BROTHERJDSJKDFKJ I LOVE THAT, also props to how you remember even the lines he said and connected to it wow

HE USED HIS SON FOR CRIMES BUT HE IS A GOOD DADHSDSJKDFJKDF oh no denki has daddy issues, he's just like me fr

mama kaminari is hot

im really so amazed by your imagination, bc how did you even think to link mr compress to a random class b kid??? i love that so much and creating a whole back story for them too, amazing

im so down with the himiko-monoma-aoyama thing, its like a jjk clan

ryukyu is also hot

the green haired guy, he totally gives shinsou vibes, i would believe if they were brothers

i haven't read vigilantes yet so i will trust you guys on that, but i can see how she could be related to ochako

NOT U GIVING AIZAWA AN EX KJDFKJDFJ

your au is so complete, this is like one piece level of character building

i'm sure i missed some characters but i tried my best here, this probably has a lot of grammatical errors too cause i changed keyboards and I'm not used to this new one yetkjdkldf

#bnha #mha #im not tagging every character im so sorry #rei replies

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Tagged by @justfangirlstuffs to fill out this DCA questionaire

Warning: almost every answer is a ramble

How did you get here?

As I've mentioned before, (I'm like a broken record and just repeat myself I'm sorry) I was dragged in by force through exposure. When I like an author, I look at the things they bookmark because a lot of the time I end up liking the same things they do. There were several utmv authors with sun and moon fics and I didn't know who they were but I got curious and clicked. I found a cursed one that I could tell was leading to an almost abusive relationship with y/n and got scared away but eventually got curious enough to look back into them.

2. Why these characters in particular?

Family is something really important to me so that often reflects on my favorite characters. I've always loved cheerful and yellow/blonde characters which is oddly specific but, eh. Recently, I discovered my favorite trope is sun and moon dynamic twins (Dream and Nightmare, Sun and Moon)

3. How long have you been here?

I think it was sometime in August. I'm pretty new to this fandom but I know almost everything there is to know now.

4. Have you actually played FNAF sb?

I have not. I have never played video games other than mario kart or things like snake. I did look into it and Undertale and I discovered you have to pay $10-15 for Undertale but couldn't find any information about FNAF sb and figured it would be something similar and I am not willing to pay money to play.

5. If you make content, what is your favorite piece you've contributed?

Fic wise I really love my very first utmv fic. I think it's pretty well thought out and I can't think of any plot holes. I haven't made an FNAF fic yet but I'm planning on doing so eventually. I love all of my art (except for my weird frog ones please ignore most of those) pretty equally but my Sun one makes me really happy. I also like my most recent Dream one because I discovered an easier way to do digital art and will be able to do thinner line art.

6. What's your favorite sort of art or fic? What genre/flavor/style?

I love really angsty fics but only for my main comfort character (I project onto him) Any other time, I love stories that have an adventure to it. Plot twists and unique au's are wonderful. I will not read smutty fics and suggestive stuff is avoided as much as possible. If I can find platonic fics, than that's ideal but I will read romance as long as its SFW.

7. What's your favorite au?

I've really loved the cryptid au. There is a lot of cool fics and art for it and it's really fun. I also love after fire fics, those are really angsty.

8. Do you have any OCs, or have OCs that you are particularly fond of?

I have 1 oc that I will never do anything with. Her name is either Cam or Hali, I never decided. She has a circle face (probably a mask) with one half as a smiley face and the other a frowny face.

9. What do you think of the dca's Canon appearance? Scary? Cute? Something else?

I don't think they're that bad honestly. I would be scared of them as a kid but I think they're cute. They have a hint of ugly but it's a cute ugly.

10. What keeps you in this fandom despite the small amount of Canon content the DCA had?

I love seeing them as brothers and the interaction between them. That is why i read their fics in the first place, purely for that brotherly love. The main thing keeping me here are the people on tumblr. I have been so welcomed and made a surprising amount of friends on here. I love having a group of mutuals on here that talk about stupid things like what temperature water should be consumed at and supporting art and fics and just having fun loving the same characters.

11. Be honest: if you had to pick only one, sun or moon?

Honestly, I would probably pick Sun. I am really drawn to cheerful characters though Moon is absolutely wonderful. (Also don't want death rn so...)

12. Thoughts on eclipse?

He's a very mysterious guy. It really depends on interpretation, even more than Sun and Moon. I personally think he might be connected to afton in some way because of the amount of importance arcade games have in sb with princess quest and all. I think he is either the key to releasing moon from the virus or the thing keeping him trapped.

13. Thoughts on pre-glitch sun?

I think he'd be a lot more chill. Still very cheerful and probably very talkative. Sun seemed really scared and hysterical and almost manic in game. I think he would still be eccentric just a lot more carefree and content. He would probably be bashful and oblivious as well.

14. Thoughts on pre-glitch moon?

I think he'd be very gentle and sweet with kids and then be his gremlin self with Sun, the glamrocks, and the employees. I like to think he'd be very protective of Sun and really clever. I think he would act really smug to be funny and would be very sassy.

15. Do you interpret sun and moon as two sides of the same person, or truly two separate beings in one body? Does it matter?

It's very important to me that they are two separate people. I refuse to read anything longer than a one shot where they aren't brothers or at least best friends. It just makes me sad and not in the delicious satisfying way that angst does but an uncomfortable/unsettled naggy way. It's fine with one shots but if they aren't close by the end, it will not take up my time or emotions.

16. What's something in the fandom you like to see more of?

Just brotherly moments between Sun and Moon (*cough* broken record *cough*)

17. What's something in the fandom you'd like to see less of?

Shipping them together and smutty/suggestive things. It's just not my jam

18. Anything you're looking forward to?

Not that I can think of

19. Do you think you'd actually get along with the DCA if you met them irl?

I think I would think they were really cool but would probably be too shy to talk to them unless they initiated it first.

20. Free space! Talk about whatever is on your mind.

I've been thinking a lot about how much I've changed in the past few years. For example, I thought contacts were the creepiest thing and now I have and love them. Fandom wise, my journey with fnaf. My first time hearing about it I was around 10-11. I was at a sleepover with my cousins and my cousin told me about it when they threw out a toy or something from their little brother. It scared me so much I had panic attack and was crying and shaking. I didn't even know that the animatronics were possessed by murdered children. Now here I am reading this stuff with a straight face or even a slightly evil laugh.

Anyone who sees this can do it. I'm too lazy to go through and see who's already been tagged

#fnaf #mutuals #long post

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Memory - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky's a vampire but still manages to develop a breeding kink

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, vampire!AU, creampie, daddy kink, mention of blood because of biting

A/N: this is for my darling cousin @whisperlullaby‘s challenge, and also my own! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. I hope you guys will enjoy this silly idea of a vampire with a breeding kink 💛 I had a blast writing it! Unbeta’ed because I almost died this week and cannot be bothered to stare at my writing for any longer.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“Okay, let’s play truth or dare!” I groaned as silently as possible at the proposition. One of the downsides of dating someone in college was having to deal with the immaturity of their friends, especially when I was unable to escape yet another invitation for a weekend getaway.

There were only so many encounters a man could refuse before mysterious became annoying, and I knew I was toeing the line, even if my girlfriend never complained.

She understood just how irritating these gatherings could be to me. It would have been easy to imagine if there was a realistic age gap between us, but considering the centuries that separated our birth dates, it was laughable that anyone would entertain the idea of me with a bunch of young adults who only wanted to get laid, smoke some weed and drink their asses off.

Of course, her friends didn’t know my true age, so they only thought I was a little bit irked by their behavior. Y/N knew the truth, and so evidently she tried to get me out of it, but I resisted.

I wanted her to take part in the normal experiences people her age were having. There was already so much that she was missing out on just by being with me - and I wasn’t even referring to the blood that she granted me every night.

I’d accepted to be there with her that evening. I was going to immerse myself in the full experience, if only to learn a bit more about her and those she surrounded herself with.

Her best friend let out a little excited yell when she noticed that we were joining the circle and I forced myself to smile at her. “Alright, let’s do this.” One of the male friends rubbed his hands before reaching for the bottle, making it spin as I frowned. I thought that was a different game, but apparently I was mistaken.

It landed on a girl I had yet to get acquainted with, and so I disconnected myself from the conversation as I watched my beloved laugh and have fun with her friends. It made me feel warm. It made me grateful I had decided to join.

A few more rounds went by without anything of essence actually happening. I was about to excuse myself when the bottle surprisingly stopped while pointing at Y/N.

She gasped as she stared at the man who was responsible for deciding her fate, and I already knew I wouldn’t like what was coming next. But she was smart, so she avoided the dare that would undoubtedly enrage me, leaving her to answer a question that I also would have preferred not to hear.

“So… Y/N…” He began, taking far too much pleasure at the situation, and by the way she rolled her eyes, I knew she was thinking the same.

“Yes, Simon.” He opened his mouth to say something, but instinctively looked my way. I was trying my best not to let any emotion slip through the cracks of my perfectly constructed mask, but whatever it was that he saw seemed to make him change his mind.

He closed his mouth and frowned, for a second deep in thought, before he sighed and finally voiced his question. “Just tell us one of your kinks.”

It sounded like he was trying to get this over with, and although Y/N seemed just as confused, she cleared her throat and gave him an answer.

“Oh, I don’t know… I guess.. Creampie?” Little giggles and comments rose around the circle, but nothing really stuck out and they were quick to motion her to spin the bottle so another person could have a turn.

It was a different reaction that I was expecting, especially considering what everyone did for much tamer answers, but the explanation for the lukewarm crowd was made clear by a groaned comment from Simon to the man beside him.

“This is no fun now that she isn’t single.” A small giggle resonated by my side, and I turned in the direction it came from to find my girlfriend trying to suppress her amusement behind her palm.

“Something funny, little one?” I knew they’d take notice of the pet name, but I honestly couldn’t be bothered to even pretend to care, and the fact that she smiled openly up at me showed me that she didn’t, either.

“Not at all.” She pulled me closer to deposit a quick peck on my lips and I was sure if my heart was still beating, it would have fluttered at the way she looked at me. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course.” Thankfully, the game didn’t last much longer - for us, at least. Somehow, the bottle didn’t land on me once, and Y/N started to yawn, her head resting against my shoulder after the third consecutive “Who would you rather bang?” question.

“I think we’re gonna leave for the night,” she excused us even though I knew she wasn’t really sleepy. She really could be an excellent actress when she wanted to.

We walked up the stairs to where the bedrooms were located, quickly getting in what had been assigned as ours for the weekend. She smiled softly at me as she reached for her backpack, no doubt looking for the one shirt of mine she always slept in, but I had a few things in my mind I wanted to ask her about.

“Why do you like creampies to much?” The words spilled out at me so unusually, considering the silence in the room, it didn’t surprise me that it took her a while to answer. When she did though, I was surprised to find her biting her lip, a look between amused and horny in her eyes when she approached me.

“Dunno.” She shrugged, taking my hands in her and playing with my fingers. I knew it was a way to avoid my intense gaze. “Guess I have a bit of a breeding kink, actually. It just felt too personal to share with those guys.”

The answer took me by surprise as I stared down at her, blinking a couple of times as I made sure to really process what she had said.

“A breeding kink?” I confirmed, and she rolled her eyes in that way I knew she did when she was embarrassed but trying to play it off as annoyed.

“Yeah, you know.” She pulled away from me to sit on the bed, legs dangling off of it almost like a child. “I like the idea of being bred. Even though I’m in no way ready to become a mother,” she added in a serious tone, making sure I understood what she meant.

But I didn’t. I didn’t and I guess it was clear in my face, because she quirked an eyebrow and jumped out of the bed, coming to stand before me once more.

“Why is this so weird to you?” She inquired, head tilted in amusement. “You’re over a century old, I’m sure your expectations regarding sexual relationships were related to impregnation for most of your life.”

And I mean… she wasn’t wrong. But I hadn’t thought about that for so long, I guess it didn’t occur to me that there was an actual term for it these days.

“There’s no way you don’t have a breeding kink.” The affirmation sounded almost like a dare, so my instinct was to fight it, wrap my arms around her torso so I’d keep her close to me, but deny it.

“You know I can’t ‘breed’ anyone anymore, darling.” But she wasn’t giving up. Her fingers softly traced my jawline, eyes sparkling with a dangerous glint as she countered, “Doesn’t mean you can’t like the idea of it.”

Even though I didn’t need the oxygen, I inhaled sharply, suddenly fascinated by her every movement, the way she gently unwrapped herself from my arms to slowly unbutton her simple dress, the one she made it look like a fucking gown.

“Think about it, Buck…” Every inch of skin that became exposed to my eyes still had my mouth watering, desperate to taste her all over.

“Wouldn’t you want to see me round with your child?” The question provoked my imagination, playing with her features as I thought about what she proposed. Her breasts fuller, stomach protuberant, and maybe a little feet rubbing against the skin, something I could kiss.

“See me carry your genes, continue your lineage… Wouldn’t you want that?” Her innocent eyes spelled trouble when she stood before me again, close enough to touch.

And I couldn’t deny that the idea did something to my heart - even though it didn’t beat anymore. Most undeniably, it definitely did something to my cock, which now strained against my pants, the arousal that the image of her impregnated by me provoked bursting as I looked at the creature that I loved in wonder and fascination.

“Are you trying to tempt me, doll?” She bit on her lower lip to stop herself from giggling before I pulled it away from her teeth when I took her in my arms again, naked breasts rubbing against my shirt.

“Is it working?” She breathed out, eyes connected to mine while she tried to gather my feelings about her attempt. I pressed her body closer, making sure she’d feel the hardness in my pants before I even voiced it.

“Very well,” I whispered in her ear, enjoying the way my cold breath awakened goosebumps all over her warm skin. She never complained about the difference in temperature, something that I was profoundly grateful for, since I loved to feel her hot blood pumping underneath my fingertips whenever I trailed my digits over her flesh.

“So tell me,” she pressed, still going for seductive even though she sounded slightly out of breath, her desire evident in the way her pupils had dilated. “Would you like to breed me, James?”

A shiver went down my spine at the question and I closed my eyes for just one second, just to relish in this sensation before I opened them to confess, “You have no idea how much I’d like that.”

My hand easily spread her lower lips, middle finger running between them to test her wetness and finding her soaked, like she always seemed to be for me. The knowledge had me smiling as I lifted my hand to taste her before making quick work of my belt, observing her slowly walking backwards towards the bed as I followed, almost like there was a thread connecting us, keeping us close.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned against my ear as he buried himself inside of me and I clutched at his shoulders, desperate to feel every part of him connected to every part of me.

Only he could get me this way. Chest heaving, mouth open just from the simple act of feeling him stretching me open. It didn’t matter how many times he took me, it still burned the same - and I loved it.

“Tell me, doll,” he panted, hypnotizing eyes connected to mine, unwilling to let my gaze escape his hold. “Tell me you’d want to have my child. You’d look so beautiful with your body changing because of me, wouldn’t you want that?”

I groaned, throwing my head back as James fucked me senseless, his cock ramming against my sweet spot over and over again. He knew no mercy, I knew that. I just never anticipated to have such an overwhelming reaction to a silly little kink I never even thought I’d ever get to explore.

“Answer me, little one.” His fangs came into play then, piercing around the nipple that he sucked, galvanizing me into actually responding, “I would, I would, daddy,” while pulling on his hair without even realizing.

He let go of my breasts to look at me with dark eyes - not because he had come in contact with my blood, oh no. It was clear that this was the reaction to the name that escaped me so easily, waving its way into him until it broke the last bit of his control and left him completely undone, only determined to fuck me.

I watched him lick his lips before he ordered, “tell daddy you want his cum inside of you.” Hearing him acknowledge this other secret kink, refer to himself as it had me delirious, unable to formulate any words to obey him, so I opted to hide my face in the crook of his neck, hoping the feeling of my burning cheeks would satiate him.

What a mistake.

“Oh, so now you’re shy?” He mocked, rubbing his jaw against my cheek as I whined against him. “Want daddy’s cum so much but can’t be a good girl and beg for it?”

I came with a long drawn-out gasp right then, my body twitching underneath his as his cock dragged along my walls once, twice, a third time until it spilled his cum inside of my channel. The act was so hot to me that it had me pulling on his hair, whispers of “I love you, I love you,” tumbling out of my lips.

He silenced me with a kiss, still managing to keep on thrusting until I had to push him away because of my sensitivity.

“Spread your legs for me, little one…” He ordered, brushing his tongue over his lower lip in contemplation. “Let me see the mess I left there.”

I was still a bit nervous about the whole ordeal now that the wave of horniness had left me, but I did eventually spread my legs for him, whimpering as he bit down on his own lip at the sight of his spent dripping from my abused pussy.

“Oh, you look so good like that, darling.” I could barely contain my giddiness as he laid down by my side and pulled me to rest on his chest, pressing a kiss to my temple while he caressed my arm. “But one question remains unanswered.” To my almost sleepy hum, he proceeded, “Why do you like the idea of breeding so much?”

That got me thinking, wiping the tiredness off of my muscles like a bucket of cold water. It felt weird to admit it, but at the same time, I wanted nothing more than to bare my soul to the man I loved, to have him aware of every little thing about me…

So I admitted, “I like the idea of being yours… in this very scary, slightly territorial way.” At his silence, I giggled, hiding my face on his chest as I waited for his response.

“But you are mine,” he reminded me, and even as I rolled my eyes, a silly smile painted my lips, loving that he felt like he needed to tell me that.

“I know I am,” I recognized. “It’s just another way I’d like to be claimed by you. Besides, I can just imagine how well you’d take care of me…”

Silence filled the room as we both got lost in the images of what could never be. Me with a fully-grown belly, walking like a penguin as he held up tiny onesies that looked ridiculous in his huge hands.

My heart ached for what could never be, surely, but I couldn’t really grieve a future I’d never have while I was so happy with the man who wanted to give me one.

“I’ll always take care of you.” He kissed the back of my hand, and even though he knew it wasn’t exactly what I meant, it was just enough. “I’m sorry that I can’t ever give you children.”

The guilt in his tone was almost palpable, and I wanted to do anything in my power to make it disappear. This wasn’t what I intended when I shared my sexual fantasies with him. They were just that - fantasies. I wouldn’t trade my reality for any alternative version the universe could offer me.

“It’s alright, babe,” I assured him, depositing a kiss on his chest, right where his heart would be beating for me if it could. “I think the way you want to claim me is just as territorial… and much more final.”

Bucky held me close, breathing me in - even if he didn’t need to do that to survive - before he asked me the last doubt that still hovered in his mind.

“Aren’t you scared?” And as I laid there in his embrace, feeling loved and cared for, I knew the only acceptable answer that I could give him was, “It’ll be worth it.”

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spiderling-space · 3 years

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Could you please write Hcs for an Mc who is the twst version of Elsa and what the dorm leaders think of her.

Uhhhh an Elsa request 🌚🌚 I’m quite excited about a request for Elsa!MC as I love hippie queen Elsa. Thanks for that! I’m a Helsa shipper and I’ve written fics (one of them hasn’t been updated since 14/02/2020 lol), headcanons, crack AU (there is twilight one sdfghj), incorrect quotes etc... One of the Helsa AUs I love is the genderbent AU. I saved a few of them in my OG blog, I can share all of genderbent frozen characters’ links here which can be imagined what if they were in Twisted Wonderland. Just gonna share this one because I got that as a gift for Valentine’s Day

I added Elsa!MC’s relationship with the dorm leaders in some headcanons. I was too excited for Elsa!MC that I focused on MC in this post.

MC/Yuu

It is not where MC imagined waking up, inside of a place more confined than her room. It is overwhelming and she has no idea how she ended up there. Certainly, it cannot be her mother and father as they wouldn’t do that without telling her... right? Maybe she didn’t realize her powers got out of control while her parents did so they put her more confined place.

All these thoughts are racing in her head, not even hearing the commotion coming outside where she is, only realizes it when a door is opened and she falls from a little high place. When she sees Grimm, she doesn’t believe her eyes first then she remembers the trolls then she sees his magic. It’s similar yet opposite magic of hers, fire magic. She is fascinated by it but she can’t be near another destructive power like hers and also Grimm wants to take her clothes which is something she certainly cannot do! Her gloves especially!

MC starts running when she notices that she isn’t wearing her gloves, leaving an icy trail behind.

When she is found out, she is dragged down by some suspicious man. She tries to explain that she is too dangerous but he doesn’t listen. She doesn’t want to hurt him accidentally like she did with her sister.

Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know, be the good girl you always have to be; she repeats herself to not freeze the weird bird guy.

When she is pushed in front of the mirror, it says “This one’s soul does not fit Night Raven Collage” then the other magical creature that wanted her clothes wants to take her place. The creature spits fire everywhere and someone yells “Duck!”.

MC is panicked, suddenly pulling her hands over her face to cover but the blow never hits as she froze the magical creature when she moved her hands.

“I’m sorry, sorry” MC repeats.

She accidentally freezes the ghosts when they are materialized but they phase through the ice.

She panics when fighting the first overblot monster, she would rather make herself an ice castle and live there even if the food and toilet would be problem but Dire sends her in that mission, saying that it will help her open up. Though she can swear that she heard him mutter “testing her abilities.”

After the first overblot fight, MC gains a new perspective of her powers, protecting instead of destroying.

MC asks if she can attend the classes online like she did in her world because she doesn’t want to be around people but her proposal is refused. Dire assures her that the teachers and the classes would help her to return home while learn about controlling her powers. She agrees, has to agree but she still prefers online learning. She hears that another person in the school wants it so she decides to meet him so they can maybe convince Dire for online classes. Idia agrees but neither were able to convince Dire.

MC gains confidence after learning about the magic, fighting overblots and gaining friends.

She doesn’t want to play Magift but she does for her friends. She freezes the ground of rival team in this case Savanaclaw and freezes them up to their hips but they need more as Savanaclaw has better physical abilities and more magic control.

She feels Riddle’s pain as she got subjected to a similar thing for a different reason.

MC also understands Malleus’ loneliness as she was also alone for another reason. Their nightly walk is precious to her and one of the things that helped her to open up.

When she feels confident enough, she signs up for the singing competition of NRC. She writes a song based on her life but adds victorian era royalty so it won’t be exact same as her story.

MC wears confined clothing and makes a small snow hill and a small scale snow storm on stage as a prop. She starts walking on the snow hill and starts singing. “Now they know...” She takes off her gloves. She makes a small ice bridge then an ice castle as she continues to sing then she changes her clothes with magic. “Cold never bothered me anyway,” She says, closing the castle door and leaving the stage.

She wins the competition much to Vil contempt. Now she got in his radar. On the other hand, Azul offers her a job, singing in Mostro Lounge which she accepts and forms a strange bond with Azul, Floyd and Jade.

MC says “Glaciers are rivers of ice” and gets a deadpan expression from Azul and Jade while Floyd laughs “Shrimpy isn’t making sense.” Meanwhile, Azul says “We have seen glaciers every year, they are not rivers of ice.” However, MC ignores them and adds “Water has memory so ice has memory too.” Azul just gives up at that point. He thinks she is using Jade’s mushrooms.

Before she gained self confidence and interacted people more, she wasn’t able to handle Kalim but the new her enjoys spending time with him. She teaches him snow games such as snow ball, ice skating, sliding on the ice...

Leona didn’t care for MC as long as she didn’t use her powers. Cold and he don’t get along. After she gained confidence, she started to play with ice and snow more and dropping the temperature of some places, much to his dread.

MC gets comfortable with herself one day and she feels the calling of the woods. So she follows that calling.

MC starts living in the forest of NRC instead of Ramshackle despite leaving Grim all alone there, though there are ghosts. She found herself in the woods

Now Azul is certain that she consumes Jade’s strange mushrooms.

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boxesandrings · 3 years

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For the fic request

Shane x F! farmer pls they want to tell jas and Marie about them dating. and their going to to do it at a dinner at marnies ranch.

Hi! I finally wrote this piece and had a lot of fun with it! It took me a while because I had a lot of ideas about how this could go, and wanted it to be fun! I hope you enjoy!

Title: The Set Up

Rating: G

Summary: Shane and the Farmer have been seeing each other for a few months, and want to tell Shane's family over dinner. Marnie, who's unaware of what's been going on, has a different plan for the couple.

Characters: Shane, F!Farmer, Jas, Marnie

Word Count: 3141

Story under the cut, and also on my AO3!

Shane had just finished buttoning up his shirt when he heard Jas yell and slam the door. He ran out of his bedroom, head swiveling as he searched for her, afraid she had fallen or gotten hurt somehow. He listened for her sobs, but sighed a breath of relief when he heard her excitedly talking to someone outside of the ranch. He checked his watch— 4:45. Marnie must be home. He headed towards the door, determined to rescue his aunt from the excited 7-year-old, who had been just a little too excited about dinner with the Farmer tonight.

Jas and Marnie liked the Farmer, quite a bit, which Shane was incredibly grateful for. He and the Farmer had also gotten incredibly close over the past year and a half, something that Marnie had wholeheartedly approved of, as the Farmer had somehow pulled Shane out of his depression, sobered him up and set him on the right path again.

What Marnie hadn’t realized was that two months ago, Shane and the Farmer had spent the day in Zuzu city exploring, watching the Tunnelers and taking tours, exchanging quiet confessions and kissing in every darkened alleyway they passed. They had been dating since but hadn’t told anyone yet, afraid of the newness of the relationship. The pair had finally decided to tell Marnie and Jas about them, and when Marnie had invited the Farmer over for dinner last week, they decided that it was the perfect time.

Shane got to the door and opened it, taking a step out into the brisk fall air. He was surprised to find that instead of Marnie, Jas was excitedly trying to jump on the Farmer, rapidly asking questions and attempting to pull things out of the brown paper bag the Farmer had brought with her. The Farmer was laughing, spinning in circles so that Jas couldn’t reach inside of the bag, carefully holding a wrapped package and some kind of bottle under her arm, answering the few questions that she could.

“Jas, get off of her.” The Farmer looked up, noticing Shane for the first time. She smiled, and Shane noticed her cheeks grow pink as she quickly scanned his body and felt his own grow warm.

“I like that, your shirt. You look nice today.” The Farmer readjusted the items she held, shrugging her arm so that the bag made its way back to her shoulder, her hands holding the package tighter. Shane bit his lip— she was wearing some kind of black, sleeveless dress, made seasonally appropriate by a dark, rich orange turtleneck underneath. She looked beautiful.

“You’re early,” is what he said instead, but he could tell by the Farmer’s curling lips and mischievous look that she might have guessed what he had truly been thinking.

“Marnie told me 5?” Shane shook his head.

“Oh, I thought-- Maybe I misheard.” Shane motioned to Jas. “Come on, let’s let her in the door.”

Jas groaned but walked over to Shane, reaching up to take his hand as he led her back into the house. The Farmer followed behind, setting everything as carefully down on the kitchen table as she could. She began to unwrap the package she had been carrying, taking Jas’ attention once again.

“What are you carrying? What did you bring?” Jas was gripping the edge of the table, jumping up and down hoping for a better view. The Farmer smiled as she worked.

“Your Aunt asked me to bring a pumpkin pie, and I figured I’d bring some apple cider too!” Jas ‘ooh’d’ as the pie was finally revealed, but her attention quickly turned to the bag as she grabbed at its edge.

“And in here?” The Farmer laughed and took the bag away, lifting it to her own face and taking a look inside.

“Well, it’s mostly just a bunch of stuff like vegetables that I thought you guys might like, but I think I did have something for you…” The Farmer reached into the bag and pretended to dig around, tongue sticking out as she looked up at the ceiling. Jas was beside herself with excitement, but Shane rolled his eyes, trying to hide his smile.

She was so sweet with Jas. He had never said anything to the Farmer about it, even before they were dating, but he could tell the Farmer understood that Jas was always going to be the most important thing to him. Jas’ parents were dead and Shane was incredibly protective of her, helping raise and take care of the girl with his aunt.

The Farmer finally pulled out a deep purple flower and Jas gasped, carefully accepting it as she stared at the petals. The Farmer crouched down to Jas’ level, watching the girl’s face.

“Do you like it? Shane told me they were your favorite.” Jas nodded, turning the flower in her hand.

“Yes! Thank you!” She gave the Farmer a hug, wrapping her arms around the woman’s neck. She pulled away, smiling, then turned around to face Shane. “Look!”

“I see! How cool!” He took a step forward and picked Jas up, resting her on his hip. She was getting big, he wouldn’t be able to do this for much longer. He looked at her face, where something blue and sticky was on it. “Dude, what’s all over you?” He tried to rub a thumb against her face, but the gunk didn’t budge.

“We made slime at school today! It’s in my room, do you wanna see?” He set Jas down.

“Later tonight, sure! But I think we’re going to eat really soon, why don’t you put your flower in your room and clean up?” Jas nodded and sped off, closing the door to her bedroom behind her.

Shane looked at the Farmer, who had stood up and was now leaning against the table. She smiled when their eyes met.

“Hi.” Her voice was quiet, and Shane smiled now and walked closer to her, their bodies only inches apart.

“Hi.” She wrapped her arms up around his shoulders, their bodies now pressed together. He had his arms wrapped around her back. “Did you bring anything for me?” The Farmer pressed her lips together, an over exaggerated thinking look on her face.

“Hmmm… nope?” She looked back up at him, their faces getting closer. Shane heard the faucet in Jas’ bathroom turn on.

“Oh, but I had something for you.” His forehead pressed against hers.

“Yeah? What is it?” Shane kissed the Famer, their lips finally meeting as he held her. He could kiss her forever, but pulled away after a few seconds. They hadn’t told his family yet. “You look nice today.”

The Farmer giggled, pressing her face into Shane’s shoulder. He heard a muffled ‘thanks’ from his shoulder, and had been preparing something else, some other compliment when he heard the oven timer go off. He took a sudden step back and made his way toward the oven, the Farmer swaying forward and letting out a small ‘ah!’ as he did.

“Sorry! Chicken’s done. I think.” He grabbed a pair of oven mitts and put them on, reaching for the oven door. He heard the Farmer grab something behind him and make her way toward the fridge, opening the door.

“I’m gonna put the pie and the whipped cream I made in here.” Shane pulled the chicken out. Did it look right? He hoped he followed the recipe right. Where was the meat thermometer, he better check.

“Wait, the pie in the fridge? Aren’t they supposed to be warm?” He opened a drawer, searching for the utensil.

“Maybe? My family always put the pumpkin ones in the fridge at least. I like them cold.” Shane found the thermometer and stuck it in the chicken and sucked in through his teeth.

“Geeze, I don’t know if we’re gonna work.” He looked over at the Farmer and smiled, who in turn stuck her tongue out through her teeth and scrunched her nose. He turned his attention back to the bird— the temperature was good.

The Farmer made her way to a cabinet, searching for utensils to lay out. “That smells really good.” Shane smiled.

“Thanks, I just showered.” He heard her snort behind him, and the rattling of the forks in her hands.

“Hardy-har-har. I meant the chicken.” Shane nodded, taking off his oven mitts and heading toward the refrigerator, where Marnie had put the salad she made earlier.

“Thanks. I’ve never made it before so I hope it’s alright?” He put the salad in the middle of the table, then took half the utensils from his girlfriend and started on the other side of the table. “It’s Marnie’s recipe, so if it’s gross we can just blame her.” The two were now standing on the same side of the large circular table, and when they bumped into each other made eye contact and smiled.

“My ears are burning, someone must be talking about me!” Marnie sang as she walked into the kitchen, setting her purse down on the counter. Her eyes were flicking back and forth between the couple, a large smile on her face. Shane scooched away from the Farmer awkwardly, but the Farmer didn’t flinch, instead walking toward Marnie with her arms outstretched.

“Marnie! Thank you for inviting me over today. It’s been so busy this season, so it’s nice to take a break and actually eat a proper meal.” She gave Marnie a hug, but wasn’t prepared for the force of Marnie’s hug back.

“Of course! You’re always welcome here.” Marnie finally let the Farmer go, scanning over the other woman’s outfit. Marnie turned to Shane, obviously about to say something, but paused as she took Shane in with an approving look in her eye.

“Well, that’s quite a nice shirt.” She nodded at him, but Shane scrunched his face.

“It’s a shirt! I can wear nice shirts sometimes. Why is everyone bringing up the shirt?” He moved toward the hallway door. “I’m going to get Jas, she was washing some… weird… goo off of herself.”

Shane made his way to Jas’ room, the chattering of the women behind him still audible. Marnie’s loud and warm laughter, the Farmer’s sweet giggles. He knocked on Jas’ door and waited for her response, opening when he heard her tiny voice.

Jas was at her little desk, coloring a picture when Shane walked in. He saw the Farmer’s flower in a large cup by Jas’ bed, water practically up to the bloom. He’d have to pour some out later, but admired Jas’ efforts.

“Dinner’s ready, kiddo.” Jas looked up at him, smiling.

“Do you like it? I’m drawing the flower.” Shane nodded, admiring the purple and blue image on the table.

“It’s very pretty.” Jas smiled, and set her crayons down. “Now let’s go eat!” Jas didn’t move.

“But Aunt Marnie told me to give the adults some space tonight.” Shane cocked his head.

“What?”

“Yeah, she said before she got home to let you talk with your friend for a bit.” She smiled at Shane, so proud that she had followed her Aunt’s instructions so perfectly. Shane felt even more confused.

“Well,” he said, shaking the feeling off, “now I’m saying to come eat dinner with us. Let’s go.” Jas hopped up, running out of the room.

In the hallway, Shane and Jas ran into the Farmer on her tiptoes, reaching up into a closet. Shane stopped, but nudged Jas ahead to the kitchen.

“Do you need any help?” The Farmer stepped back, nodding.

“Your Aunt asked that I get some tablecloth out, that she was too short to grab it, but I don’t think I’m doing much better.” Shane scratched his head. Since when did they use a tablecloth? He peered up into the closet, spying the fabric far overhead.

“I don’t think either of us would be able to get that without a stepstool. There’s one in here somewhere, I think.” Shane dropped to his knees, sorting through the boxes below until he found what he was looking for. He pulled it out and pulled the bars apart.

“Oh, thanks!” The Farmer climbed up both steps, reaching far up into the closet overhead. The tablecloth was still a little high up— who even put it there?-- and the Farmer was still reaching far above, her heels lifted, wobbling slightly. Shane steadied her with a protective hand on her back, ready to hold her if she started to fall. The Farmer stretched as far as she could, finally pinching the fabric between her fingers.

“Got it!” She pulled down the tablecloth with a swift motion, almost falling backwards as she did. Shane steadied her, concerned as he held his girlfriend.

“You good?” The Farmer nodded.

“Yeah.” She looked down on Shane, smiling.

“Oh good! The tablecloth is out.” The couple turned to face Marnie, who was leaning against the archway leading into the kitchen, her lips pressed tightly in a way suggesting she was trying to hide a smile. Shane moved his hands back to his side, realizing that he still had them around the Farmer. “Well, shall we eat?” Marnie turned around and quickly headed into the kitchen. The Farmer and Shane looked at each other, and followed behind.

Once the tablecloth had been laid out and the placemats reset, the group sat down to enjoy their dinner, chatting amicably about nothing at all; the season was going well, the animals were producing at a nice rate, Jas had gotten an A on a test. A few times, Marnie would ask a question that would give the Farmer pause, asking about past relationships, what she thought of certain people in town, and Shane would throw his aunt a look, mentally pleading for her to change the topic. Or suddenly, she would grow very complimentary of Shane, talking about past achievements or how he was with Jas, and Shane could tell the Farmer was holding in laughter.

“You know,” Marnie finally said, “We’re really so glad that you came into our lives. Shane’s been doing so much better since the two of you met. You’re really such a positive influence on him.” The Farmer bit her lip, her jaw tense trying to hold back a grin. Shane’s face flushed red.

“Oh, thank you.” She looked briefly at Shane, then back to Marnie.

“Marnie, I— yes. But I don’t think we really have to—” Marnie cut Shane off, kicking her nephew under the table.

“I mean, the two of you make such wonderful friends, I’m sure he agrees. Right Shane?” Shane didn’t know if he could blush any harder, his cheeks were burning. The Farmer’s eyes were wild, practically eating her lips to hide her smile.

“Yeah, we’re real good friends.” Shane cleared his throat.

“Actually, we were, uh, gonna—” Marnie cut him off again.

“I really think you two should hang out more, even. I mean, you get along so well, and who knows where things could go.”

“Marnie!” Shane jumped in his chair and grit his teeth. “What are you doing?” The Farmer covered her mouth with her hand, shaking with laughter. Much like the rest of his family, it seemed, she loved to see him worked up. Jas, holding her cup with both hands, was taking a long sip, her eyes darting between the adults at the table. Marnie turned to Shane.

“What? You were obviously never going to make a move, I thought I’d help!” the woman stage-whispered, her voice loud enough that everyone at the table could hear her. The Farmer lost it now, tears streaking down her face as she laughed.

“Marnie!” The Farmer's head was on the table as she tried to contain her laughter, her hair well into the food, but she hadn’t noticed. Even Jas now was giggling behind her cup at the spectacle unfolding before her.

“I see the way you look at her! Nothing is ever going to happen if you keep mooning at her from a distance!”

It all made sense now. The two different dinner times. Jas’ weird statements. Marnie waiting in the hallways. The table cloth. His aunt had been trying to set them up, unaware that they had already done it themselves. The Farmer lifted her head, shaking still.

“Shane, do you have a crush on me?” He could barely make out the words between her giggles.

“I— Marnie!” He turned back toward his aunt. “I— you don’t need to set dates up for me! I’m a fully grown adult!” Marnie shrugged.

“It really looked like you needed the help.” The Farmer’s head hit the table again, causing Jas to spill her apple cider as she laughed.

“I don’t need the help! We were going to talk about this tonight!” Marnie tilted her head. Shane cleared his throat, trying to settle down. “We’re already dating. We were just waiting for the right time to bring it up.” Jas set her cup down, a large smile on her face. Marnie clasped her hands together over her chest.

“Oh! Shane, why didn’t— is this true?” Marnie turned toward the Farmer, who lifted her head and nodded, still crying. At least she was having fun.

“Yeah, it’s— it’s true,” the Farmer said through giggles, and Jas immediately began to fire off questions at the Farmer. Marnie clapped again.

“Oh! Shane, I’m so happy. You two really would— do— make a good couple, I was so hoping this would happen.” Shane rested his head in his hands, massaging his temple.

“It was just so new that we didn’t want to tell anyone, in case...” Marnie laughed.

“There’s no way it’d go bad.” She looked toward the Farmer, who was still shaking but trying to answer Jas’ questions. Marnie herself began to laugh, the giggles almost uncontrollable. “Looks like you didn’t need any help after all.”

Shane looked up, thoroughly prepared to be annoyed with his aunt, but as he looked at the women at the table— Marnie laughing in her chair, Jas asking rapid fire questions as his girlfriend did her best to answer them while she giggled— and realized that maybe this was just okay. His family already loved his girlfriend (maybe more than him, even) and were rooting for the relationship, even when they didn’t know about it.

The Farmer caught Shane’s look and winked before turning her focus back to Jas, and Shane smiled. While Marnie had somehow gone about things in the worst way possible, the night had gone well. And now, Shane could do what he had wanted to do since the Farmer had caught him in the barn working with the chickens, all those months ago— call her his girlfriend, to make it known how he felt about her, how she felt about him. The night had definitely gone well.

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ogravensimp · 3 years

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this one is for@mistkissedmoon a lil more Dad!Constantine with a ft. from Jason Blood and John would be so terrible at taking care of ppl but still like really care, so I hope I captured that feeling in this

“This was your big emergency?”

Jason Blood gave a blank stare to the British man across from him.

He didn’t usually just drop everything to attend to someone; especially if that person was John Constantine, but ever since the exorcist decided to take care of the Gem of Scath he proposed it would be a good idea for John to keep him on speed dial.

He didn’t actually expect John to use said number.

Constantine was a demon expert in his own right. Jason believed that he was right to assume that the only reason his help would be sought after was only if the apocalypse had begun.

He felt a nerve in his temple twitch in annoyance (and, ashamedly in disappointment).

It's just that when John rang him and pressed for him to come to the House of Mystery, he had simply been expecting more...destruction. Maybe some blood and fire raining from the sky, the earth itself cracking open to release eldritch horrors of all kinds or even complete ripping of the fabrics of reality.

Anything along those lines would have justified his presence being required, but instead, he was met with-

“achoo!”

Jason looked down at the small form below him.

The spawn of evil incarnate was smaller than he thought it would be. If one ignored the glowing red gem wedged into its forehead, it could easily fool for another harmless 7-year old girl.

Especially as it laid half-dazed in its bed, staring up at the ceiling in a lucid trance. With only half its face poking out from under their star themed blanket, it sniffled pitifully due to the snot dripping out its flushed nose.

The room was perfectly mid-temperature, but the child has so drenched in sweat that even the towel on top of its forehead had over-soaked but yet it still shivered as if it was below -0 degrees.

Was the level of the child’s symptoms extreme? Yes.

Was it worth calling him for? Definitely not.

The daughter of Trigon was sick, yes, but it was obviously just the flu.

“That’s what I‘ve been saying.”

Jason turned to the source of the voice—a young woman stood in the doorway and held a tray of what seemed to be cups and bowls.

John had introduced her as Zed and he had just assumed they were in a relationship— to focused on the assumed threat to try to examine their personal lives.

Maybe he should’ve guessed this excursion would be a waste of time by Zed’s expressions. When he arrived she had shot him nothing but apologetic looks. At first, Jason believed the worst laid behind the doors he was led to but as he now knows, that was not the case.

“That idiot thinks it’s some paranormal curse,”, Zed huffed as she sent a glare at the blond man who began to try and defend himself.

“It's been weeks and she's still under the weather. You think Beelzebub gets the bloody sniffles?!”

“But a child of her age would! Especially one who reads in the tub and doesn't dry her hair before going outside in August,” Zed rolled her eyes as she spoke as if the answer was obvious—and they were, "maybe if you stopped treating her as the destroyer of worlds and instead as a 7-year-old, you won't have wasted the poor guys time."

Jason couldn't help but internally agree with her words.

John continued his defence, "All I'm saying is when I got a cold, I just carried on with my day maybe a bit foggy up there but hardly half-dead like Blackbird over 'ere."

Another eye roll from Zed was the only reply.

Approaching them, she extended the tray towards Jason. He gave a look at the cup of tea and noticed it seemed to be next to another 'sweat towel' in a bowl, he cringed a little before rejecting the offer.

Zed just shrugged before dropping the tray onto a side table and drinking the cup herself. Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, her gaze was soft as she stared down at the child, her hands ran through the child short dark tresses in a comforting manner.

Jason studied how she gently cupped the back of the Gem of Scath’s head and raised it, picking up a cup of water from the side and bringing it to the demon’s mouth and it drank with obedience.

The more Jason watched, the less he could even continue to refer to this child as a demon.

Etrigan was a demon—looked like one too.

How could he use the same term he'd use to describe the bastard in him, to describe this tiny looking thing before him? And though he could sense the hellish magic pouring out of her, for now, she was harmless.

"Alright, summon him out."

John's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He gave him a perplexed look before asking, "Excuse me?"

"Etrigan. Your demon buddy," the way John looked and spoke, you could tell he saw no issue with his request, "Just wanna confirm from a primary source whether if this is something worse or natural way of life."

Jason was flabbergasted, 'was this why he was called?!'

John sighed.

Actually looking peeved by Jason's confusion.

To the side, he heard Zed's chuckle as she began to switch the towels on the girls head, "told you he wouldn't do it."

"Oh bog off," John retorted back before turning back to him and placing a hand on Jason's shoulder, "Listen, it's either you or I visit ol' Luci and I'm simply not really...eager to have that encounter. So do me a favour here, and just bloody say the rhyme."

Jason looked at the hand on his shoulder like it was a parasite before smacking it off. Taking a breath to compose himself, he turned to the exorcist, " I assure you, there is nothing Etrigan can assist you with that I cannot also offer."

"A huge fuck-off sword?"

Jason glared, "Let me see the child," he spat—obviously ignoring the previous statement.

John put his hands up in surrender before indicating with a turn of his head to the child who had actually risen during their conversation and was now sitting upright—well, slouched and she was staring half-lidded at the wall with the only sign she was awake being her harsh breaths.

He bent down as to be in her level of sight and stuck his hand out, "Hello, my name is Jason Blood, you must be..." "Raven." "-yes, thank you, Zed. They tell me you are a bit under the weather?"

Jason realized halfway that he never learnt the girl's name and had simply just been referring to her as the Gem of Scath. He felt a tinge of guilt for his rudeness, but the dazed stare the girl gave him was confirmation that she was barely conscious enough to even notice.

He also realized it was ridiculous to try to shake a child's hand and was bout to retract it when he felt a pair of smaller ones latch onto his fingers.

Looking up he met a sleepy pair of amethyst eyes trying to focus on him, "N-n-nwot sick...jus-jhwust..uh sleepy and...cwold," with a voice that was softer than a whisper, plus the slurring of her words due to the fever, she was basically incomprehensible.

He was going to try and retract his hand again when he felt something soft come in contact with it. He looked down to see that she had placed her face in the palm of it and wrapped around it like a snake.

With a single muttering of, "...warm...like hellfire", she fell asleep with his hand still under her.

He looked at Constantine.

Not really sure what to do, but the con-man only grinned before giving him a tap on the back, "Good lad Jason, put her to sleep. Even I couldn't do that, let alone Etrigan. Guess I'll leave it to you."

And with that, Zed and John stood up and began to exit the room.

Jason was still in shock to even speak; so before he realized what they were doing, they already switched off the lights and closed the door with a soft click.

He simply stared into the darkness, the only illumination being the moon and stars outside.

Sighing, looked down at the fiend holding his hand prisoner and contemplated yanking her off. She was small. it would incredibly easy to flick her away and then he could simply depart home...but then he felt a squeeze.

As if the girl sensed his thoughts, she clung harder onto his limb like it was a lifeline.

She looked truly at peace right now; her harsh breaths were now nothing but puffs and she was less...sweaty. Demon spawn or not, the girl was no more vulnerable than a newborn fawn at the moment. Jason just didn't have the heart to disturb her peace for his own gain.

Another sigh could be heard in the silent room.

'Maybe an hour longer won't hurt but after that, never accept a favour for John Constantine again.'

hope you like it, feels weird writing characters that aren't just raven and my other faves, hope I didn't make anyone ooc

#raven dc #raven teen titans #john constantine #zed martin #john x zed #dad!constantine #constantine & raven #dc comics #raven fanfiction #jason blood #etrigam the demon

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crystal-moon-101 · 3 years

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It is they, the bisexual girlfriends 💗 These two were fun to make because I've been wanting to try out some other body styles to test myself, and these two both had different styles for me to work with. I hope you guys like them, and Charmcaster and Mike will be up next in the redesign/rewrite.

-Kai Green-

Kai Green be eating her greens, because this girl is ready to wreck something. I always figured she'd have a strong build due to her work and lifestyle, plus I wanted more muscle girls in Ben 10 lol. Now, a lot of us take issue with Kai due to some problematic character traits, and strange introduction timing in Omniverse, so I hope to due her some justice since she does have an interesting idea about her that could work, just not as Ben's "love interest" in my eyes...But if you still ship it, I hope you enjoy it! But I'll be keeping with my KaiXEster ship here.

Kai knew about the Plumbers and aliens growing up, due to her Grandfather being a Plumber, and while her parents weren't, none were too weirded out by the idea of aliens due to growing up with such knowledge. Thus when Ben goes through that whole wolf stuff, she never really batted at eye at this. Now she does a lot of work related to alien stuff, mostly related to culture and history, searching tombs and temples to learn more about the past of different races, including alien influence on earth before the world knew about aliens.

She wields excalibur since pulling it from the stone where it laid, and it was later discovered that excalibur was an early prototype for ascalon in Ledgerdomain.

While Ben and her have broke off, they remain on friendly terms, and now their banter is a lot more friendly without the pressure of a romantic relationship over them. Ben even goes to her for help on certain missions sometimes.

When she had been dating Ben, her and Kevin met and became good friends, and have this dynamic where they can swear and call each other names in playful banter, and will give a blunt talking to the other when they need it.

Kai knows a variety of combat styles she's learnt while travelling, and a lot of techniques that help keep her calm in stressful situations.

She's loves it when people ask her questions related to her knowledge of history and myths, and will gush on about a topic for hours if you let her.

Never one to back down from a challenge.

Has been known to dive head first into danger if it means saving someone's life, or even an artifact from breaking (may or may not be a daredevil).

-Ester-

Ester's colour pallet was a lot of fun to work with, and making her a thin twig under all that fluff was nice to play around with too. It's a shame what the writing pulled with her for her last few episodes, but she was a fun character to have when she was around. I think I'd make the kraaho like her in being long and thin, though very tall compared to her, because I kind of got tired of seeing so many buff/gorilla shaped aliens, and just wanted something a little different. But that's just me, hope you enjoy her.

Since kraaho live in magma and volcanic chambers, they tend to wear volcanic glass as jewelry and pieces on their outfit. It's common fashion for them, and Ester has made friendship bracelets for others with them.

Ester has met and befriended most of the Plumber kids, and is closest with Alan, which she originally meet when needing warmth from him, but the two get along great.

She eventually stepped down from leading her group for sometime, due to wanting to travel earth more and spend time enjoying her youth better, knowing she's not ready just yet to lead, but will do so again one day.

Ben, her and the 'Kineceleran Kids' still love to play hockey against each other, and sometimes get their other friends to join. There was once a match involving Rook, Ben, Ester, Plumber Kids, Kevin, Gwen, Julie and Kai, that was brutal but hilarious.

She lovesssssss spicy food, and will drown a lot of her food in hot sauce.

Has a bit of a soft spot for cheesy romantic films. She knows they're unrealistic, but something about them is nice to watch.

Due to her elastic like body, whenever she stretches it looks ungodly due to her being able to twist and bend in ways that don't look possible. She also once tried to copy Kevin cracking his knuckles, but this didn't work, much to her annoyance.

Both her parents died when she was young, trying to protect her group during an attack. When they were gone, the majority of her group raised her, and she calls a fair few of them her aunts and uncles. Seebik use to be her closest uncle, but it hasn't been the same since he turned to a life of crime.

-Shipping Notes-

Both Ester and Kai don't like the cold, and will both openingly complain when temperatures dip. They both like to cuddle because of this, especially Ester, and there have been many nights they fall asleep against each other.

Ester likes to follow Kai around earth during missions, and will often help her out, the two having explored many ruins and temples together during dangerous adventures.

When Ben and Julie got back together, both Kai and Ester had hooked up around the same time, and the two couples bumped into each other. Now they often go on double dates, and have great fun together.

Kai is mostly the protective one out of the two, and will go ham on someone who dares even look at Ester wrong. But that being said, Ester can get scarily protective too if you push her or Kai far enough...

Ester often has to patch Kai up from some kind of damage whenever and adventure happens, and as she stitches up a wound she gives Kai a good lecture on being careful next time, and Kai thinks it's adorable seeing her get fussy and worried.

While Ester could stretch to be tall when the two kiss, she likes to make Kai bend down to give a smooch to tease her.

#Ben 10 #B10 #ben 10 omniverse #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 original series #Ben 10 Kai Green #Kai Green #Kai X Ester #Ben 10 Ester #Ester #ben 10 redesign #Ben 10 Rewrite #My Art

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senseitoadstool · 2 years

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Lyrical Enlightenment: The Family Madrigal (Encanto)

WARNING: ENCANTO SPOILERS WITHIN

As part of my Lyrical Enlightenment series, I've decided to take on the amazing songs from the latest Disney Studios movie, ENCANTO - a story about family and expectations. Heavy with tones of familial responsibilities and health both physical and mental, the songs reflect perfectly and accurately the depth of each character and the troubles of the family. I am including some story context prior to my lyrical analysis, which will contain a plethora of spoilers.

The introductory song is a way for us to not only meet the members of the family and their gifts, but also introduces a very important ingredient of the plot that passes almost unnoticed...

Without further ado, Let's Go!

Mirabel: This is our home, We’ve got every generation So full of music, A rhythm of its own design

This is my family, A perfect constellation So many stars and everybody gets to shine

This concept will show up later as well - a constellation with many stars who shine. So we'll put a pin on this for later.

Whoa, but let’s be clear Abuela runs this show Whoa, she led us here So many years ago Whoa, and every year, Our family blessings grow There’s just a lot you’ve simply got to know, so

Here is the first key point for the plot. Abuela runs this show. The matriarchy is set up from the very beginning - Abuela is the leader of the family, and whether they like it or not, what she says goes. She received the original miracle, and was designated as the guardian of the gift. She doesn't have a gift herself, other than ensuring the miracle lives on - and she takes this responsibility very seriously, vigilant about how the family blessings grow.

Welcome to the family Madrigal, The home of the family Madrigal (We’re on our way!)

Where all the people are fantastical and magical I’m part of the family Madrigal

This is where we get to know the family and their powers. She starts with the first generation, Abuela's children: Pepa, Bruno and Julieta.

My Tía Pepa, Her mood affects the weather When she’s unhappy, Well, the temperature gets weird My Tío Bruno… Citizens: We don’t talk about Bruno!

Mirabel: They say he saw the future, One day, he disappeared (Oh!)

This is the first time we hear about Bruno, the family member nobody talks about (presumably by Abuela's orders, since she runs the show). Although I'm not Colombian, I do come from a Latin American background - and I can say with confidence that there's someone in every family that 'we don't talk about'. Most times it's someone who crossed the family in some way, represented a danger, or brought shame to the 'good name' of the family.

And that’s my mom Julieta, here’s her deal (Whoa!) The truth is, she can heal you with a meal (Whoa!) Her recipes are remedies for real If you’re impressed, imagine how I feel – Mom!

Here the relationship between Mirabel and her mother is clearly established. Seemingly, Mirabel has Julieta's attention more than any other members of her family.

Next, we get introduced to the men who married the sisters - men without 'miracle gifts' but provided the family with the ability to grow.

Welcome to the family Madrigal The home of the family Madrigal I know it sounds a bit fantastical and magical But I’m part of the Family Madrigal

Two guys fell in love with Family Madrigal And now they’re part of the Family Madrigal

So yeah, Tío Félix married Pepa, And my dad married Julieta That’s how Abuela became an Abuela Madrigal (Let’s go, let’s go)

And now, we hear from Abuela herself:

Abuela: We swear to always Help those around us And earn the miracle, That somehow found us

The town keeps growing, The world keeps turning, But work and dedication will keep the miracle burning And each new generation must keep the miracle burning

This is the specific segment I was talking about. These few lines give us exactly what Abuela's focus is. We SWEAR to always HELP all around us - to EARN the miracle. She is paying a debt she feels she has with those in the village because she was selected to receive this miracle gift. And how will she do it? With WORK and DEDICATION - and EACH NEW GENERATION must continue her legacy. Hence when the couples have children, the next generation now continues the legacy of preserving the magical miracle they were given. If you think about it, this is no different than a Doctor, a Lawyer, or a Military individual who have children so they can be Doctors, Lawyers, or join the Military to continue 'their legacy', regardless of what the child wants. This is a very traditional point of view that persists in some families even in these modern times, and is very much seen as a source of pride. In more than a few instances during this movie, we hear Abuela use the 'make your family proud' sentence, inculcating in the children of her household the expectation of making their family proud specifically by using the gifts they are given to help the community and continue to EARN the miracle.

Next, we get introduced to the 'cousins' - the children of Pepa and Julieta. There are three children for each of them.

Cousin Dolores can hear a pin drop Camilo shapeshifts, Antonio gets his gift today My older sisters – Isabela and Luisa One strong, one graceful Perfect in every way

Chorus: Isabela… Mirabel: …grows a flower, the town goes wild Chorus: Isabela… Mirabel: She’s a perfect golden child Chorus: Luisa, Luisa, Luisa, Luisa Mirabel: And Luisa’s super strong The beauty and the brawn do no wrong

In my view, Dolores represents that member of the family that is always paying attention to her surroundings and knows everything about everyone - yet on the same token, she's the one that is very tempted to share any secrets that fall onto her lap. She has a lot of information, and knows how to use it. Camilo represents that family member who is always trying to make friends with everyone. He's the clown, the prankster, and the social butterfly. He can be irritating and sarcastic sometimes, but he is so endearing that people tend to overlook those nasty traits because of his good side. And Antonio - as we find out later, is the animal lover in the bunch.

Isabela, as Julieta's eldest (and I'm willing to bet slightly older than Dolores), must be the perfect daughter, and the one who has to marry well to continue growing the family (which is also a traditional expectation in most Hispanic cultures). She is beautiful, graceful, polite, amiable, and the perfect hostess. Her marriage is the most important of the entire family, hence why eventually we learn about her Abuela-encouraged engagement to one of the best males in the village in Abuela's perspective.

That’s life in the Family Madrigal (Whoa…) Now you know the Family Madrigal (Whoa…) Where all the people are fantastical and magical (Whoa…) That’s who we are in the Family Madrigal (Adios!)

At this stage we proceed to learn that Mirabel is the only Madrigal without a gift. She is embarrassed and ashamed about this, feelings that mostly come from Abuela pushing her aside because, by not having a miracle-given gift, she is endangering the rest of the family. This message goes directly in contradiction to the 'make your family proud' that she was fed prior to realizing she wouldn't get a gift - but once she didn't, the treatment clearly changed. She tries to put a strong façade, but as we learn later, she is tired of feeling like a second class citizen in her own family.

Child: Whoa, what’s your gift? Mirabel: Ha! Well, I gotta go, the life of the Madrigal (Whoa…) But know you all know the Family Madrigal (Whoa…) I never meant this to get autobiographical (Whoa…) So just to review Family Madrigal Let’s go! (Mira-Mirabel)

It starts with Abuela, and then Tía Pepa – she handles the weather (Mira-Mirabel) My mom, Julieta, can make you feel better, with just one arepa (Mira-Mirabel) My dad Agustín – Well, he’s accident-prone but he means well (Mira-Mirabel) Hey, you said you wanna know what everyone does – I’ve got sisters and cousins and… (Mirabel)

One good detail to point out here is that Agustin is accident-prone, so his perfect match is with Julieta, who heals results of accidents with her cooking. Also, Pepa changes the weather with her temperament, and marries Felix - who is a very chill guy and balances her.

My primo, Camilo won’t stop until he makes you smile today (Mirabel) My Cousin Dolores can hear this whole chorus a mile away (Mirabel) Look, it’s Mr. Mariano, hey you can marry my sister if you wanna but between (Mirabel) …you and me she’s kind of a prima donna Yo, I’ve said too much and thank you but I really gotta go

My family’s amazing (Mirabel) And I’m in my family, so (Mirabel) Well…

Abuela: Mirabel!

Next installment will cover Mirabel's song, Waiting on a Miracle.

Sensei Toadstool.

#Lyrical enlightenment #encanto #madrigal family #sensei toadstool #senseitoadstool #the madrigals

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tamcitrus · 4 years

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Fantasy.

characters | Kenma x f!reader , Kuroo Tetsurou.

words | 3 k.

genre | nsfw, aged up characters.

warnings | voyeurism, cursing, threesome.

a/n: A big thanks to @megalodon-writes for letting me write this! This work is based and inspired in her Kenma’s Dirty Messages hc, and if you didn’t read it please go and do it! She’s amazing and her works are amazing too.

Kuroo thought this was weird. Why would Kenma and you stay in his -and Kenma- apartment for your date night? Ever since he and Kenma lived together, you always went out or to your apartment. But here you were, you cooked dinner for three and opened a wine. Kenma wasn't a fan of alcohol but he drank with you from time to time.

"So, to what do I owe the honor?" Tetsurou asked.

"What do you mean?" you inquired.

"You never stay here for your dates."

"We can leave if you want," Kenma said. He was setting the table with Kuroo while you finished cooking.

"I didn't mean that," he stuck his tongue out to his roommate.

You all had dinner in silence, watching some funny moments video of a game you all played. Kuroo felt the tension in the air. There was something you weren't telling him.

"Ok, what's happening?" the brunette inquired.

You laughed and Kenma sighed.

"We have something to ask you," Kenma admitted. You were sitting by his side and your arm was over Kenma's shoulders, you were smiling as if nothing was going on. "We- well I…"

He was struggling to find the words so you interrupted. "Would you like to have sex with us? Well, with me," you corrected.

Kenma nodded and his expression was the same he had when they had a difficult match back in the day.

"I'm lost. You want a threesome? You can ask someone else…"

"No, it has to be you," Kenma said. "We discussed a lot about it and agreed on it."

"Yeah, we really talked about it. It's not a request from hornyness or something like that," you smiled.

"Maybe it is," Kenma said in a bored tone and you slapped his arm. "You can say no, of course. We just wanted you to know. The offer doesn't have an expiration date, so…"

"Yeah, take your time. We will understand if you don't want to, I don't think this is something your best friend asks for everyday," you continued.

Tetsurou thought the way you continued Kenma's thoughts so easily was amazing.

"I don't even know what to say," Kuroo was confused. Did you drank too much?

"That's fine, just give us an answer once you think about it," Kenma took your hand and walked to his room, you followed him close. "Good night, Kuroo."

"Good night, Tetsurou!" you said before Kenma closed the door.

Kuroo walked to his bed and tried to remember if sometime his best friend had given any signs of this… idea? Fantasy? Just the thought of Kenma wanting to see him with his girlfriend… it was crazy.

"You were kidding, right?" he asked the next morning after you left.

"Huh?" Kenma was sipping his coffee.

"About last night," Kuroo explained.

"I was serious. We were, actually."

"Where does it come from?"

"Does it matter? It's just a threesome," Kozume shrugged but Tetsurou nodded. "I don't know, it's something I thought back in high school. I didn't even think I could hold a relationship for so long but here I am, we're adults and she asked if I had any fantasies and well," he gestured to his friend.

"And you think of me?"

"She thinks you're cute," Kenma explained. "I told her about when you saw some photos of her."

"That was your fault," Tetsurou felt the blush forming on his cheeks.

"Yeah, it was intentional." Kenma nodded and even a small smile formed on his lips at the memory.

How Kuroo would call him for practice and he pretended not to listen so his friend would take his phone from his hands and see the revealing photo you sent him, your new lingerie bra reflecting on the mirror you took the photo. Now it makes sense, Kuroo thought. He remembered how flustered he got everytime Kenma did that. He felt kinda guilty too because you were -are- so good looking, and he shouldn't think that way about his friend's couple.

And it turned out to be on purpose.

"You're late for work," the bleached hair guy commented and left to his room.

Kuroo cursed and took his stuff to leave. He scrolled through instagram on his way to work and saw a picture Kenma uploaded to his private account. It was a photo of him, shirtless in front of his mirror and you hugging him from behind, the curve of your ass barely showing behind Kozume's left arm. You probably were just on your underwear behind the little guy.

Well fuck, Kuroo thought. He tried to rationalize the situation. Kenma is his best friend. He would trust anything to Kenma. He would share everything with him and viceversa. That included you now? You were ok with all this? He had one night stands from time to time. Maybe it was ok?

"Bo, I have a question to ask," he said that night when he met his friends for dinner. "If Akaashi had a girlfriend and they-"

"He's my boyfriend, why would he have a girlfriend?" Bokuto interrupted.

"Ok, wrong question. If you would want a… third person joining you in bed… who would you ask for it?"

"A friend, I think," Akaashi said. "It has to be someone you trust so much you'd even put your most loved person in their hands."

"Well if you put it like that I- I mean, that person must feel flattered," Kuroo laughed. "Thanks, guys."

When his dinner was over, he texted Kenma. I'll do it, but we should talk about it for a bit?

The next morning, Kuroo was nervous. He never got an answer from Kenma, it was almost noon and he wasn't up. He saw your shoes at the entrance so he supposed you pulled an almost all nighter and you were just sleeping in.

"Hey, good morning!" your voice startled him a little.

"Hey, y/n, good morning," he smiled. You were wearing one of Kenma's hoodies that fitted you as a dress.

Kenma walked out of his room right behind you and waved his hand at him.

"Babe, do you have any rules you want to put up? Kuroo said he's doing it," the younger man said and took a sit in the table with Kuroo.

"Mmm I don't think so?" you sat by his side as you peeled a fruit to eat. "Kuroo-kun, do you have anything that you don't want to do or just makes you uncomfortable?"

"I don't, what about you Kenma?"

"I'm just… watching…" he blushed a bit and avoided his friend gaze.

"Oh, so it's not a threesome," Tetsurou was confused again.

"No, it's a specific scenario, he wants to see you fuck me," you laughed and took your boyfriend's hand. It sounded so natural when you said it, almost like you were talking about the weather.

Kuroo thought about what Akaashi said. The fact that Kenma trusted him to this extent was really flattering.

"That's fine," he said when Kenma looked at him. "I'm in."

"That's great!" you smiled. "Maybe you can join us on our next date night and then we can come here or go to my place. What do you think, Ken?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice," he said. Kuroo knew his uninterested tone was almost matching his girlfriend happy one.

The next saturday, on your ‘date night’, you all had dinner after Kenma finished his streaming. Kuroo was nervous, but he wouldn’t admit it. You and your boyfriend seemed to not be bothered by anything, acting as usual and making comments about the movie, the one Tetsurou wasn’t paying attention to.

“Kuroo, do you want something to drink? We’re drinking wine,” you offered.

“Yeah, I’ll drink with you then,” he was brought back to reality with your call.

“You’re awfully nervous, she’s gonna feel bad about it if she notices it,” Kenma commented. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“I’m fine!” he whispered. “And I’m not backing out.”

“All good guys?” you were back with two glasses of wine and sat between them. “Let’s make a toast, Ken grab the glass with me.”

You handed one glass to Kuroo and held out yours with Kenma's hand over yours. The former captain delicately hit his glass with yours and smiled back at you and his friend.

"Let's have fun tonight, shall we?" you took a sip and Kenma kissed you to taste the drink right from your mouth.

It started.

Tetsurou drank his glass in one go and watched as Kenma tangled his hand on your hair to deepen the kiss. You did the same to him and with your free hand reached behind you. Kuroo took your hand and you guided it to your waist, stopping right under your breasts, the ones Kozume was squeezing before accidentally touching his friend's fingers. Kuroo watched as you straddle Kenma, your dress rolled up your thighs and suddenly his hand was guided to touch your inner thighs.

"Y/n likes when you pinch her here," he explained at the same time you kissed his neck, "and her nipples. You should definitely slap her ass too."

Your laugh sounded muffled from your boyfriend's neck and you hissed when Kuroo pinched your thighs. His hands were warm in contrast with Kenma's and the temperature difference was nice so close to your core.

"We should go to your bed, Ken," you said. You stand up and stepped out of your dress to walk to the bedroom. The boys looked at your ass and then at each other.

"You heard the lady," Kuroo said. He was starting to gain confidence in this. "Let's go."

They found you sitting on the end of bed, waiting. Kenma took a sit on his chair and Kuroo slowly walked to you when you called him with your index finger.

"So… what do you like?" you asked, unbuttoning his pants and shirt.

"I bet he likes to being called captain," Kenma whispered from behind.

"Shush, I'm not asking you," you laughed.

He did, actually. But he wasn't admitting that out loud. With only his underwear left, he pushed you on the bed and hover over your torso. You smiled, but it wasn't gentle, it was almost as you were challenging him.

"Kissing is allowed, right? Do I have anything forbidden?" Kuroo asked, his lips ghosting on your neck.

"Yes and no," you and Kenma said in unison.

So he kissed you. Your lips were incredibly soft and you tasted like wine. You sighed on the kiss and he took the chance to suck on your lower lip, your tongue explored his mouth as soon as he let you go. Your hands travelled from his thighs to his pecs and up until you could pull from his bed hair locks. He reached behind you to unclasp your bra, he remembered what Kenma said about your nipples so he kissed down your body until he got one on his mouth. He gently bite on your soft flesh and enjoyed the moan coming from your mouth, he could hear Kenma breathing hard behind too and it just fueled him. He took your other breast in his hand and squeezed it. Your right hand reached for his boxer and you felt his erection in a second so you rubbed your hand against it.

"Take his boxer off," Kenma ordered and you obeyed, pushing the clothes down with help of your hands and feet.

"Like what you see?" Kuroo asked, you were looking at his dick.

"I do, actually," you pushed him aside to be over him and kissed his neck. Then you started kissing down until you had his cock in front of your mouth. You licked the tip and then from the base and up to finally took him in your mouth. You got inch by inch inside until it finally hit the back of your throat. Kuroo groaned and when he was about to use his own hand on the part you couldn't take, Kenma spoke.

"Come on, baby, you can take it all. Show us," he was lazily pumping himself, his shirt rolled up his torso and his boxers down on his legs.

You released him with a pop and breathe deep before sucking him again, this time taking him all in and moaning when he fisted your hair. He followed your up and down motions with his hand, never forcing you to hold a specific position. But he wanted more, he wanted to hear you moan again. Kuroo separated you from his body and pushed you aside to pull your panties down and immediately licked your slit and pushed his middle finger inside you.

“That feels so good… shit,” you hissed when he gently sucked your clit. You threw your legs over his broad shoulders to give him a better position for him to do as he pleased. He added a second finger as he kept licking and sucking on your clit. “Kuroo, fuck-”

Kuroo and Kenma groaned at the same time and you felt like drunk in lust. You looked at Kenma and smiled at him. He was still pumping himself but with a little more energy now.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” Tetsurou stood up and made you roll over your belly, your ass up facing him. “I think she can handle both of us, right y/n?”

You nodded, wanting to please them both. You were expectant because you couldn’t see them now with your face resting in the pillow.

“Slap her for me, Kuroo, hard,” your boyfriend said. “Tonight isn’t about me, so no.”

The former captain followed the lead of his ex setter, knowing he always knew better than anyone. So, he slapped your ass hard, as he would’ve spike a ball back in the years. You wiggled your ass in response and moaned his name.

“A-again,” Kenma stuttered.

“Moan like that again, y/n-chan,” Kuroo said and slapped you again.

“Fuckfuckfuck, captain,” you cried and he groaned.

Tetsurou turned around to ask Kenma for a condom and the blond-ish guy pointed his drawer.

“Hold your ass up for me, babe,” Kenma said and you hold yourself up on your hands and knees.

You could feel Kuroo’s erection teasing your slit and waited for the best moment to push your hips back and take his dick inside you.

“Holy shit, y/n,” he moaned and he pushed himself all the way in.

“She’s impacient,” Kenma laughed. His breathing was going harder and faster as he pumped himself to his climax while watching you.

Kuroo grabbed your hips and gave an experimental thrust. You moaned and fisted the sheets. He picked up the rhythm and stretched one arm to pinch your nipple. The room was filled with your and Kuroo’s moans and Kenma’s heavy breathing.

“K-kiss her spine,” Kozume said. He could imagine the feeling Kuroo was getting now, your pussy around his cock just the right way and your walls clenching to the expectation of the touch on your skin.

Tetsurou leaned down to kiss your neck and go down your back following your spine. You hissed and moaned at the contact of his lips, you wiggled your hips to indicate Kuroo to go faster, you couldn’t think or talk at the moment, pleasure was overtaking all your mind.

“You’re doing great, so good…” Kenma praised.

Kuroo didn’t know who he was talking to but he kept thrusting and kissing your skin from time to time. He pulled your hair and brought your back against his chest. He sucked your neck, probably leaving a mark, and his hands were working on your tits and clit.

“Cum for us, y/n, you’re almost there, don’t you?” he whispered in your ear and you nodded, you were almost crying from pleasure.

“Here, babe,” Kenma was kneeling in front of you on the bed and he took your hand to his dick so you could jerk him off to his climax. “You look so good like this, Kuroo is making you feel real good, isn’t he?”

All you could do was nod and jerk your boyfriend. You felt a bigger hand over yours, Kuroo was helping you to keep the rhythm so Kenma could cum. Now your boyfriend was circling your clit and he knew to do it just in the right way to push you over the edge.

“Open your eyes, y/n, look at me,” the former setter ordered and you obeyed, as always.

Kenma took Kuroo by the neck and kissed him. You could see their tongues exploring each other’s mouth and it was so hot, you were in between them moaning and they sighed and groaned in the kiss. That was it, to see the boys kissing over your shoulder made you lose the last resistance in you and your orgasm hit you in seconds. Listening you moan in your climax brought the guys over the edge too, Kuroo pulled out of you just in case and Kenma painted your stomach and your and Kuroo’s hand with his cum. You crashed in bed, exhausted. Kuroo sat in the edge and discarded the condom while Kenma went to take warm towels for everyone.

“Are you ok?” Kuroo asked when Kenma left.

“Better than usual, just tired,” you smiled. “How about you?”

“I’m great,” he smiled back.

“Take this,” Kenma was back and clean. He gave Kuroo a towel and climbed to your side of the bed to clean you.

Once you were all clean and dressed on your underwears again, Kenma and you got into bed to cuddle and get some sleep.

“I guess I’ll see you in the morning,” Kuroo said and was about to leave but you grabbed his arm.

“Stay with us, Tetsurou,” you pouted. “I want you both to sandwich me again,” you giggled.

“You heard the lady,” Kenma repeated his friend’s words. He was hugging her from behind, his face snuggled on her neck. “Come and sleep here.”

Kuroo got into bed with you and you pulled him against your body. He felt your legs tangled with Kenma’s and you were hugging him from the waist with one arm. He put his arm over your waist too, Kenma was so close to you he was hugging him as well.

“Thanks,” Kenma whispered from behind you.

You giggled in response. Kuroo didn’t know what so say so he pushed himself up with his free arm and leaned in to kiss his friend’s cheek and then yours.

“First to wake up in the morning has to make breakfast for all, so you better sleep,” Kuroo laughed.

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laurelnose · 3 years

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kink cw

god not to immediately get involved in wank in the new year but i’ve been thinking about a dreamwidth post i read ages ago and now can’t find (i think by a kink-bingo mod, but again, i can’t find it) about how non-kinky people will often declare their boundaries to be “no hard kink,” with no explication of what the fuck “hard kink” means, or a brief explanation that leaves a significant amount to the imagination, with the implicit assumption that everyone has the same boundaries and ideas about kinkiness that they do, in a way that ends up making absolutely no fucking sense and kind of indicates that the person saying it has not, actually, thought very hard about kink and what their actual boundaries are.

anyways, eskelbigbang declared this:

Here's the list of hard kinks that we came up with: watersports, scat, vore, gore, noncon, dubcon, fireplay, ageplay. In addition, dead dove topics like underage, bestiality, necrophilia, etc. are not allowed.

and i just think it’s funny, is all. playing with fire (a thing which, in the context of Eskel and his sign control, is usually barely more intense in fic than regular temperature play) is Banned, but knifeplay or flogging would be totally fine? 24/7 power exchange or master/slave would be fine? choking and breathplay would be fine? fuck, they said everyone should be enthusiastically consenting, so would CNC/rape roleplay be fine? ageplay and incest are banned, but is daddy kink okay? actually, is any kind of incest roleplay okay, lmfao? what’s the stance on consensual humiliation and degradation? does consensual mind control and Axii fall under dubcon? basically, this list is VERY short, and i’ve seen some people using that as a defense for it, like “oh, not that many things are banned!” but to me it just screams “these people did not actually think very hard about any of this at all.” the backpedaling they had to do about drunk sex, in my mind, supports this. not even any acknowledgement that soft vore, hard vore, and cannibalism are different kinks, jesus christ.

“this event still has room for darkfic” is technically true, but with a set of mods who have clearly not fully thought out the limits here, what darkfic writer is going to be interested in investing their time only to run up against an unspoken boundary halfway through? because i don’t see clear boundaries and content limits set up here, I see a fucking minefield of unstated assumptions. and for an event that is not advertising themselves as all-ages and/or fluff-focused but just as a regular old character event, this is... not great. and yeah, writing clear and explicit content limits and enforcing them is fucking HARD, but if you want to have them, you gotta be ready to grapple with that! and no, “ask us if you think you’re crossing a line” is not a comprehensive policy. (kink aside, it’s a little odd they have nothing to say about abusive relationships. are these allowed or are they supposed to fall somewhere under noncon or something? are there limits on the portrayal of such, like the depiction of domestic violence? these content limits are weird as fuck, guys.)

also ofc scat and watersports always make the top of banned lists, that’s something the dreamwidth post talked about too, even tho those are pretty rare kinks which i have never run into in a big bang event in like, my entire life. kinkmemes, yeah, occasionally—big bang events, fucking never, lmfao. they just get picked as safe outliers because most people aren’t into them or are ashamed to say they are. just funny!

#also they banned succubi which is FUCKING HILARIOUS because witcher succubi DO NOT HAVE SEX MAGIC #witcher succubi are not dubcon!! they’re not!! they like having sex and they’re good at doing it and that is IT #tl;dr content limits are fine but i think yours are bad and poorly thought-out #wank for ts #laurelnose.txt

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songbirdsingingthings · 4 years

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Beachy Keen - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO KOHEI HORIKOSHI

When you first met the blonde-haired boy, you never thought that he knew what being relaxed and carefree felt like. He exuded self-confidence and was always fired-up, but you could tell that it came from a deep place of longingness, anger, and insecurity. You knew enough of Midoriya and Bakugou’s past to know that their once friendly childhood became a toxic relationship pretty quickly. You understand where both boys were coming from. Izuku, who hadn’t developed his quirk for the most part of his childhood, was always there to lend a helping hand - especially to Bakugou. Then, years later, all of a sudden Bakugou wasn’t the star of his middle school. And the explosive boy, the pride and joy of all of those around him, all of a sudden did not meet the criteria of “future number one hero”. The years of showered affections, constant praise, and “can I have your autograph for the future?”s all ceased to exist now. However, both boys, at least to you, were nice. Well, Midoriya was nice, Bakugou was just kind of civil - which was a lot to ask for from the hero-in-training.

It was currently your second year at UA and all of the students had a long weekend off due to most of the teachers attending a hero banquet. Momo, being the sweet girl she is, wanted to splurge a bit on her friends and take them all to their family’s beach house on the coast of Okinawa. Everyone was so excited, especially you. You hadn’t had the opportunity to go to the beach in ages and you couldn’t wait to feel the soft sand in between your toes, feel the salty wind on your face, and relish in the yummy seafood. The school graciously allowed your class to take one of the buses and provided you with a cleared driver.

“Alright everyone! Make sure you have your luggage and double check for sunscreen! We do not want any sunburns and make sure to bring sunglasses if you have light eyes - the sun’s rays can be very damaging!” Iida said, listing his final instructions before the students boarded the bus.

“So Y/N, who are you rooming with now that Hagakure’s sick?” Ochaco asked you sweetly, stuffing her big trunk into the bottom of the bus.

“No one, I guess. I think I still get to keep the room,” you say, sticking your suitcase neatly next to hers. You step onto the bus and find a seat that was next to Mina and across from Kirishima and Bakugou.

“Oh, Y/N! Hey!” Mina said cheerily, giving you a smile.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” You ask, setting your carry-on backpack at your feet.

“Oh nothing, just Bakugou sulking as usual!” Mina responds, nudging your elbow and motioning over to the boy across from you. You were kind of confused. No one had done anything recently to get him into this pissed off state.

“Well… what poked the beast?” You said quietly to the pink-haired girl next to you.

“Kirishima had to pull out of rooming with him because he had forgotten that he promised he would room with Sero, and now he doesn’t have a room.” Mina said, rustling around in her own bag to fish out her phone.

“Huh,” you say. “Have you asked Momo if there’s another room?” You ask, now facing the boys across from you.

“Tch, what do you think? I’m not an idiot,” he says, kind of glaring at you. You knew that there was only one solution to this predicament since you didn’t want Bakugou sleeping on the couch in one of the many living rooms. That would give anyone a bad back, and for Bakugou, an even worse temper.

“U-um, you can room with me since Hagakure can’t make it.” Bakugou looked at you incredulously and Kirishima gave him a wild grin.

“That’s a GREAT idea Y/N! Quick thinking!” Kirishima applauded.

“Have you dumbasses lost your minds?! There’s no way I’m rooming with her!” He exclaims. It kind of hurt you that you could basically see steam coming from his ears due to how mad and opposed to the proposition of the two of you sharing a room. You were about to respond but Mina beat you to the chase.

“Well Bakugou, what other option do you have? Breaking your back and not being able to enjoy anything on this vacation?” The pink-haired girl retorted, sticking up for you. You shoot her a grateful smile and turn back to Bakugou.

“I’m sure that there’ll be two separate beds and we can stagger times in the room if you want.” You assure him, trying to convince him. Bakugou leans his head back, closes his eyes, and sighs.

“Fine. But I swear to god, if there aren’t two beds I’m going to lose my mind.”

Spoiler alert, there weren’t two beds, but a single queen size bed in the newly cleaned room. You drop your bags in shock and slowly turn your head to see Bakugou’s, who was right next to yours. If Bakugou was mad then he was doing a fine job hiding it because all you could see was a blank expression.

“I-I can see if Momo has a blow-up mattress and I can sleep on that.” You say quickly, trying not to make him uncomfortable. Bakugou simply shakes his head as he rolls his suitcase onto the left side of the bed.

“Don’t be stupid. There’s enough space for each of us, and if you think I’m gonna let you suffer after… doing this then you're wrong.” He says bluntly, already starting to unpack his clothes. You should’ve made yourself look away and not be so nosy, because when you caught a glimpse of a pair of grey boxers, you could’ve sworn that your face lit up like a Christmas tree. You tugged your suitcase along with you to the right side and put away all of your clothes into the side dresser but kept out a simple orange bikini set for later that day. After the two of you finished unpacking, you made your way to the main living room to see the rest of the class lounging on the plush sofas.

“So, who’s ready to hit the beach?” Momo asked, earning cheers from the class.

Their day on the sand covered shore was nothing short of divine. You all played beach volleyball, went swimming, and even tanned for a bit until the sun started to set, and then you all headed back to the beach house. For the first night, you, Sero, Jirou, Koda, and Todoroki were in charge of dinner. You decided to do an easy pasta bar so that everyone got to pick out what they wanted. After promising to be careful, Momo allowed the class to eat while sitting on the couches and watching a movie, which ended up being Clueless, much to Kaminari and Mineta’s protests to instead watch a more mature rated film. You ended up sitting next to Bakugou, but the two of you didn’t talk much - you were much more invested in the movie playing on the flatscreen. The class decided to pause halfway through to get some dessert which were pre-packaged ice cream cones. Out of nowhere, Bakugou called your name and tossed you one. You looked up at him with a raised brow which just caused Bakugou to scoff in response.

“You like (favorite flavor) the best, so I thought you’d want it.” He says plainly, grabbing a vanilla cone for himself. You gave him a smile.

“Thank you Bakugou, that was really kind of you,” you say sweetly as the two of you head back to your spots on the couch.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“YES! FINALLY!” Mina cheered as Cher and Josh kissed on the staircase. The scene even warranted cheers from some of the boys. Josh’s gesture made you melt as you gently sank into the couch. That is, until your shoulders were met with something hard. You turned your head to see Bakugou’s arm which was there, but he retreated it immediately.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, eyes still facing the screen.

Okay, he is acting weird. First the ice cream and now this? He wouldn’t normally apologize for something like this. You shake the thought from your mind as you help the rest of the class clean up after the movie finished and turn off the lights. You made your way back to your room, only to see Bakugou in nothing but his boxers. The grey boxers. Flustered, you turn around and cover your face with your hands.

“Sorry sorry sorry!” You squeal, voice muffled by your palms. “I’ll wait til you’re changed.”

“I am. This is what I sleep in.” He responds as you hear him lift the covers and let them fall back on his bare chest. Your body temperature must’ve risen by at least 10 degrees because you felt like you were about to faint.

“O-oh.” You force yourself to turn around and grab your pajamas, booking it to the bathroom to change in privacy. You were horrified by what was in your hands. Your pajamas were the only somewhat skimpy set you owned - tiny little shorts with lacy on the bottom and a tank top with lace for the straps. Swallowing the large lump in your throat, you forced yourself into the set and then looked at yourself in the mirror.

If Bakugou can be fine wearing just boxers around me, then I can certainly be fine with wearing a tank top and shorts around him. After giving yourself a reassuring nod, you march yourself back into your room, stuff your clothes from the day in a hamper, and get into bed next to the blonde. You weren’t facing him so you couldn’t see, but his cheeks danced with an ever so slight shade of red.

“Okay so how is this gonna work,” You ask, looking between him and the space in between the two of you.

“You stay on your side, I’ll stay on mine.” He states, looking into your eyes for approval. Giving a nod, you turn so your back is facing him and turn off your light. You try to make yourself feel comfortable in the silky sheets, but your entire body is freezing. You really should’ve packed better pajamas. A few minutes pass as your body is shaking until Bakugou speaks up.

“Oi, dumbass, what’s wrong with you?” He asks. As rude as his words could’ve been interpreted, you knew they came from a place of caring, so you turned around to face him, only for your noses to be just mere inches away from the other.

“I-I’m just cold I’ll be fine.” You say meekly, trying to avert your eyes and look at anything else in the room.

“Tch, sure.” He says simply, turning away from you this time. An uncomfortable silence graces the two of you until the boy decides to break it again.

“You looked better than usual today. In the orange.” You hear him say softly. Your breath hitched as your brain comprehended the words, making your cheeks turn red. “And your taste in ice cream flavors is at least respectable.” You couldn't help it - you giggled at his words. This made Bakugou whip around to face you as your hand went up to cover your mouth. “What the hell? I’m trying to give you a compliment and be nice and shit dumbass!” He growls, giving you a glare. You manage to calm yourself down but keep a huge grin on your face.

“I know, and it’s really, really sweet but seriously? Ice cream? That’s what makes you say ‘oh yes, that’s the girl I wanna date.’”. You were giggling again, but you were shocked when Bakugou let a little smile grace his face.

“Shut up, I’m new to this whole thing.” He says, smoothly wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You don’t flinch when his hand makes contact with your skin - it’s like it was natural to you.

“Katsuki Bakugou,” you say, a twinkle in your eyes, “I like you too.”

“I-I didn’t say that!” He protests, slight panic in his eyes.

“You didn’t have to.” You finish, tucking a stray piece of hair away from his face. His response was to pull you close to him which made you panic a little this time.

“Relax,” he says, “you were cold and now you won’t be.” He says matter-of-factly. Your face settles into a dreamy smile as you lay your head against his broad chest. The beat of his heart lulled you into a peaceful sleep and Bakugou followed you shortl with a stupid smile on his face. Lets just say, that for the rest of the trip, you two didn’t stray too far from each other. And Bakugou made sure to grab you a (favorite flavor) ice cream cone before anyone else could get to it first.

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