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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 2 months

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AAAA are you planning on continuing the "How They Kiss" series? If so could you please do my sweet baby Hitoshi next? :cccc

Ooooo yessss - I've been wanting to write some Hitoshi fic for a while!! 💜

Shinsou x Reader | Headcannon: How Hitoshi Shinsou Kisses 💋

The first time Hitoshi kisses you – you totally don’t see it coming. It happens in the library on a quiet Sunday afternoon. Hitoshi is sitting in your favorite spot of the city's library – a cozy corner hidden from view behind the oversized art book section. He’s dragged two large beanbag chairs into the tiny space, waiting for you to join him as he studies for an upcoming Pro hero rescue certification exam. He’s flipping through flashcards when you arrive bearing a purple travel mug filled with his favorite caffeinated beverage. You know your friend is a chronic insomniac – with his permanently baggy eyes and constant yawns - so you decided to get him a refillable mug so he can keep his coffee close throughout exam week. You’ve stuck a cute sticker of a black cat with big eyes to the side of the mug, knowing his TikTok algorithm is almost exclusively cat videos.

“’Toshiiiiii!” You warble quietly as you drop your school bag next to your beanbag chair. “I brought you a ‘lil treat for studying so hard!”

Hitoshi looks up in surprise, his forehead still wrinkled in concentration. He puts down his flash cards and when he realizes it’s you standing over him, he smiles easily. Things have always been like this between the two of you – soft and comfortable.

“You brought me something?” He instantly locks on to the steaming mug of coffee, his eyes crinkling into a smile when he sees the cat sticker. “Is that the cat from Kiki’s Delivery Service?”

“Yup!” you hand him the cup as you plop down into your chair and start shuffling through your bag for your notes. “You told me it was your favorite movie as a kid, so I found a little sticker of Gigi on Etsy.”

After a few moments of digging through your bag, you finally find the sheaf of notes you’re looking for and you yank them out – sheets of paper flying all around you. “Whoops!” You hastily gather the papers back into a neat stack.

When you finally look up, you meet Hitoshi’s eyes – he’s giving you an intense, searching look. His eyes are wide, and there’s a soft pink blush across the high points of his cheeks. He absentmindedly smooths a hand through his wild hair, seemingly lost for words.

“What?” You say, a little startled at the sudden tense atmosphere. “Everything okay? Is that not your preferred flavor of coffee?”

“Of course you remembered my favorite flavor.” His voice a quiet rumble and seems to catch in his throat.

You swallow, suddenly feeling hot around the collar as he continues to gaze at you through those bright violet eyes. You can see him biting back his next sentence, seemingly steeling himself to say something.

After a few moments, he takes a steadying breath and his eyes sparkle with a look of resolve. Hitoshi softly places the hot mug of coffee on the ground before leaning towards you. Instantly, he’s a breath away from your face – his delicate features magnified as he tilts his face towards yours.

“You’re just so…” He whispers, moving to brush his thumb against your cheek. Your skin feels like it’s blooming with tiger lilies at the contact. “…sweet.” His tired eyes flutter shut and he leans into you – guiding your lips to his.

The first kiss is feather light – tentative. He wants to make sure you want him back – he needs you to want him with the same deep intensity he’s been feeling in his gut for you for so long. His lips are impossibly soft and taste like a light berry lip balm, and you find the flavor absolutely delicious. When you respond eagerly he smiles into the kiss, blissful. How lucky is he to get to kiss your pretty face?

Hitoshi climbs into the beanbag chair with you deftly, moving his hands to cradle your face. He moves his mouth against yours slowly, purposefully – almost lazily. It’s such a Shinsou way of kissing that it makes you giggle.

“Hey, now.” He breaks the kiss, bringing his forehead to yours as he takes a shaky breath. “Is my kissing that bad?” He’s smiling, but you can tell he’s the tiniest bit nervous for your answer.

You lean in to kiss him again and he pulls back, his lips just out of reach – teasing.

“Your technique can use some refining. But I know someone who can help you practice.” You grin, winding your arms around his neck and pulling him back in for more. He loves that – the banter, the ways you are able to both make him feel comfortable and keep him on his toes. He deepens the kiss, and you know it will be a while before you get back to studying. His flash cards lay abandoned on the floor by your stack of notes.

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After that, he’s hooked on you. Any trace of nervousness is nonexistent. In just one afternoon, Hitoshi Shinsou has become a lean, mean, make out machine. He absolutely cannot be stopped. He kisses you everywhere he can – in the library, in dark corners of your favorite bar, at the convenience store. He’s constantly trying to sneak away with you so he can crash your lips together in that way that makes his brain feel all blissed out and fuzzy.

I think we’ve all seen just how much determination Hitoshi has – it takes a lot of unwavering dedication to claim a spot in the hero course. He’s just as determined to figure out how you like to be kissed. He pays attention to what makes your pulse race – maybe he kissed your neck a certain way and you moaned? He’s filing that away in his brain so he can do it again and again and again. You don’t like it when he bites your lower lip? He takes note and never does it that way again. He’s committed to figuring out exactly what makes you tick and how he can maximize your pleasure every time. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have the affections of someone like you – someone so sweet and gorgeous and goddamn perfect.

Of course, once he realizes you find him irresistible – he’s smug AF. He becomes such a goddamn tease. You’ll get a rare private moment and move in to kiss him, only for him to dodge your advances until your lips form a disappointed pout. He absolutely revels in how much you want him and loves to build up the tension between the two of you. He’ll kiss you playfully on the cheeks before your disappointed look causes him to concede. “Sorry, Sweetheart.” He says in his low, gravely whisper. “You know I love to tease.” And then he’ll kiss you with as much passion as he can muster, until your legs turn to jello. After all – it’s not in a hero’s nature to do anything half-assed.

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artificial-radiance · 1 year

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i only just finished book 5 the other day, BUT I am always full of thoughts, especially when I shower, so have this that I concluded last night on discord [text will be under the readmore]

copy pasted, word for word:

So, it's obvious Grim is named after the Brothers Grimm/Grimm Fairytales. It's thought that Disney's princess movies are based on those tellings of fairytales, so it makes sense that he would be here. It makes sense, in that way, that even if he knows of NRC, he wouldn't recognize the Great Seven; they're so far gone from the Grimm Tales, that you wouldn't entirely be able to recognize them for who they were. He is, of course, also a monster. That also makes sense; the Grimm versions of fairytales are very, well, grim. They often end in the death and suffering of the villains, and feature horrible scenarios for even the heroes and damsels. His design as a cute black cat-like creature reflects what people think of when it comes to fairytales; something cute and child friendly, perhaps a little spooky, and so badly wants to be taken seriously. But when you dig deeper, you find he is a monster, and it makes all the sense in the world that he would enjoy eating the blotted mage stones and comments on just how the story would make one feel by taste, and how he enjoys it. There are also just ties in general to the villains overblotting; it goes back to what I said earlier about what happens to the villains. They do bad things, and their punishment can be as severe as death. It makes sense that Crowley would also want to locate the blotted mage stones as well; he's sanitizing the stories, much like Disney and other corporations did before. This is probs a lil disjointed

#text #not art #twisted wonderland #twst #twst grim #twst crowley #twst mc #twst theory #speculation #theory #headcanon #kinda

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clumsiestgiantess · 7 months

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I was thinking of posting some g/t dream plots after seeing this post because they do make good little stories but I also don’t want to start another another ANOTHER (x20) new story. Please take these two off my hands, and if people like them I’ll try to dig up some more.

A very out-of-the-blue g/t dream:

So there’s this ship of lively seafaring crew who deliver goods across the world like merchants. They’re a tightly-knit family, taking in most people who ask to join because those who ask often come from nothing or very little. It all started with a man and his wife who lost their son early on, and had since brought up their boat, business, and family through sheer willpower and determination. The old couple are still the most powerful command on the ship despite having long given the role of captain off to one of their many adopted children/crew.

One day during a storm, the newest member of the crew, a scrawny lil guy who everyone’s grown to love, falls overboard into the ocean. The crew is heartbroken, especially the old couple, who saw their son in the boy. However, once the storm subsides, the wife claims she still feels he’s alive. At the next port, the couple announces that they’re going back to find the boy, and gather supplies for however long the journey might take. Many of the crew doubt he’s alive, but go along anyway, they are a family after all.

They sail back to where the boy fell overboard, (altogether it had been months since then after finding harbor, and then supplies, and then the slow return trip scouring the ocean) and another storm blows in exactly where the original one was, dragging the whole ship down into the sea by massive waves. By then, the rest of the crew had retreated below deck, but everyone blacks out the moment the ship goes down. When they awake, they find the ship plowed into the beach of an island. An uncharted one at that. Size is flipped here. Bugs are the size of houses and wild jungle cats that prowl around are only kitten sized. Grass and flowers become trees while real trees take the place of grass and flowers.

Unfortunately the crew, having been on the boat when they were transported, shrank with the size of the ship, which was fairly large. They’re fighting for survival the best they can, but it’s not going very well. Suddenly, the ground shakes and through the jungle brush steps the kid. The storm had taken him to the island as well, growing him to mingiant height. He recognizes the ship (now the size of a rowboat) and rushes over to find his family all alive and unharmed. A happy little reunion occurs as both the kid and the family gush over how they never thought they’d see eachother again. The boy takes them back to his little home that he made so everyone’s safe.

That’s as far as the dream took me, but I like to imagine they made a new boat and got out, maybe restoring their heights in the process.

A g/t dream that happened suspiciously soon after seeing the Antman Quantumainia movie:

The dream started out with two lovers, a guy and girl, both scientists and inventors. Though none of their insane inventions actually worked/were given funding, they gathered enough money to buy a countryside cottage house far away from their problems and start a new life. They were married and worked on funky lil projects together. Their inventions progressively kept getting crazier until one day they cracked the code for inter-molecular travel. (This could cure any number of viral diseases by going in and fighting them head on, and even genetic ones by potentially re-organizing cell reproduction to skip over harmful strands of DNA)

They celebrate their victory and the husband suddenly starts crying. His partner asks what’s wrong and he says ‘nothing! I- I’m glad we figured this out in time!’ Apparently he has cancer and isn’t going to be around nearly as long as he thought. However, before they test the machine to try and save him, a Kang-the-Conqueror-type villain appears out of the new machine and tries to take over. The husband and him duke it out while the wife desperately tries to fix the machine to send him back.

Husband manages to cut the villain’s suit (which he needs to breathe in such a new world, like a space suit) and the villain dies. Shortly afterwards Husband falls to the ground having been given a fatal injury in the fight. There isn’t a hospital for miles around, and even then it would be too late. Her husband dies in her arms.

(timeskip)

A few years later, a new person moves to town. She’s a young inventor wannabe herself and heard rumors of the secluded widow that was once a brilliant mind. She finds her tinkering with stupid machines (like the unserious ones from the funnier mad scientists in Honey I Shrunk the Kids, Back to the Future, Epic, etc), and gets barred from entering by some crazy device.

As an aspiring inventor herself, she reverse-engineers the device that’s stopping her from getting inside and tries to talk with the woman. At first she keeps giving no answers and telling her to leave, but the newcomer is persistent and keeps coming back to help. Eventually the two come to some friendship. The younger one becomes her apprentice, but also teaches her a few things herself being only a few years younger than the older inventor.

One day Apprentice finds the old inter-molecular travel machine and (being science-y and studying it for a moment) realizes what it’s for. She excitedly asks if it works — if it’s possible — but gets immediately shut down and the machine is yanked from her hands and hidden away again. Inventor tells her it’s not safe and she should never touch it again. Of course, where would our story be if she listened to that?

Apprentice secretly takes the machine home and works on it herself, getting it to run after working on it for some time. In her spare time (and possibly by stealing parts from Inventor) she builds a small spaceship-looking vessel that can take her down where the machine goes. She boots up the thing in her front yard (the ship is too big to be in the house and the backyard is too wooded) and goes on her own. Wow! So many cool things! She’s having an awesome time and doesn’t understand why Inventor was so scared of it.

(we zoom back out to the normal front yard)

Apprentice put her small dog behind a locked dog door to keep him from messing around in the yard while she does her thing. Unfortunately, the mailman comes up to the porch to deliver a package, stepping past the machine with nothing but a confused look. The little dog goes nuts the moment the mailman steps onto the porch and bursts through the flimsy plastic to chase him. He runs off the front porch and trips over the machine, damaging it before quickly speeding away.

The machine is rapidly dying and the ship can sense it, sending out an alarm. Apprentice rushes back to the surface before the connection is cut, but doesn’t make it in time. She’s stuck at about half a centimeter tall. Some weird cells/creatures grow with her too and she sees them all spasm and die in front of her through the ship’s windshield, simultaneously realizing that if she were to step outside, the air would be too large to breathe and she would die too. Thankfully, both the suit and the craft have the ability to synthesize smaller air from the larger one. However, she’s still trapped at a ridiculously small size.

A day later, Inventor comes looking for her because she didn’t show up to the house. She becomes terrified as she looks into the front yard and sees the dead machine. Had a similar fight occurred to the one she witnessed? Was her friend lying dead somewhere, and the Kang person wandering around ready to take the world?

Thankfully not; the now much smaller Apprentice made camp by the machine and Inventor spots it while assessing damages to it, figuring out what must’ve happened in her head. Her friend isn’t in the camp (off scavenging to survive) and she fears that they died. Inventor calls to Apprentice in a normal voice, which would be like shouting through a megaphone to their very tiny friend. Apprentice rushes back to camp, waving her arms wildly, so so happy that they were found before the inevitable happened. Inventor tells her to get in the ship (which is reinforced to go through the entry and exit phases) and brings it carefully inside to a counter where she can see her better.

Thankfully, there’s an intercom on the ship for talking between the person out in the suit and the people on the ship (just like any space suit). Inventor reprograms it and is able to hear their friend through the intercom. Apprentice starts crying, apologizing to Inventor over and over again, saying that she was right, it was dangerous and she should’ve listened to her but now it’s too late. Inventor gently calms her down.

Though she’s angry that her friend used the machine after she warned her about it, she’s clearly learned her lesson, and worse. Apprentice gets scared and sad (as anyone in her situation would be) telling Inventor that she’s ruined her life and will be stuck like that forever. See, if you stop the process halfway through, whatever height you stop at becomes your new true biological height. Trying to pull her back up with the machine won’t work because her systems wouldn’t see that as bringing her back to normal height. That is her normal height now.

After the initial terrifying few days of organizing things and getting used to simply being around someone so vastly different in scale, Inventor comes up with an idea to create a machine that basically does the opposite of what the old one did. It could be used to vastly grow someone instead of vastly shrink them. Apprentice dejectedly points out that she thought of that already, and did the math. The process will multiply anything’s mass instead of dividing it, simple as that. At a normal human size, that would multiply two big numbers together and make them absolutely massive. At her size, the number would be much smaller. At best she’d be about six inches tall.

Inventor nods, having done the math themselves, and asks her ‘surely you’d rather be the length of my hand than the length of a pen tip, right?’ Apprentice agrees and they set to work. Time goes by and their relationship grows ever closer as they learn to live together and trust eachother.

At last, the machine is done. Apprentice steps in and grows to — as calculated — about six inches tall. At last she doesn’t need the suit to talk and breathe; she doesn’t need to hide away from everything, even the sun itself, which was a lot hotter as half a centimeter tall; she doesn’t need to constantly be surrounded by food and heat in her little ship, lest she quickly freeze or starve to death. Overjoyed, the two share an awkward little g/t embrace. Both celebrating the fact that they can easily walk around and talk to the other without fear.

Time goes by and they become even closer through various little g/t scenarios — closer than either expected. After a while, they decide to destroy both machines and any records of them permanently. They’re way too dangerous to be kept around. Apprentice can’t go through the growing one twice (cells would stretch to decay) and Inventor is too afraid to mess with the shrinking one to try and make her height more accommodating to Apprentice.

This duel destruction actually negates all previous effects, and Apprentice suddenly pops back to normal size. The two happily share a true embrace for the first time in years. A bit of romance/drama stuff ensues as both struggle with their feelings for the other, which grew from friendship to love while they were living together. Eventually, Apprentice tells Inventor that she loves her and Inventor gets even more conflicted because they love her too but.. her husband.

Idk what happens in between (there was a very poorly timed timeskip, but because of the ending I know they end up together)

So I imagine Inventor learns to let go and move on. I remember watching a Studio Ghibli looking montage of pretty hand-drawn backgrounds (since the thing is animated in my dream) of them doing things that lovers do. There was a heartwarming ending scene where they add their first true invention they made together to the little memorial that Inventor and her husband made of their first one.

The end I think. I woke up after that. Honestly my favorite g/t dream to date, despite not being in it myself.

#again if anyone wants to write or draw these #be my guest #i don’t think I’ll do much more than daydream about them #g/t #giant tiny

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bucketinyourwalls · 1 year

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plz plz plz rant abt rat King zack ward he looks so silly /pos

Yippie!! :D

I'll just go ahead and list some headcanons I made for him and probably bits of info, so hope ya like it <3. Most of the things I've come up for him has just been a result of talks with @/olliegoespostal so I definitely don't remember all of them </3

Rat King Zack Headcanons :D

Smells like hell. The guy lives in the sewers to that's definitely not a surprise but holy fuck he smells like sewage water the entire time. And also tastes like sewage if you ever give him a kiss.

Wears socks with sandless. More of a joke my brain thought of, but he does wear socks with sandless just to be a dick. Or silly idk yet.

Guy refuses to shower. Ever. He'll swim around in sewage all day long but the moment Mike J tried to force him into taking a bath so he wouldn't get constantly rejected when trying to get signatures the guy turns into a hissing cat that refuses to take a bath. He's a biter so be careful btw.

Whenever he doesn't have his own rats with him, he'll just carry around a rat plushie. Pretty rare since he takes his rats everywhere, but he loves cuddling with the rat plushies when he's sleeping on his mattress.

Didn't include it in my initial design, but the guy does have a pride pin. Just a random thought but I think it's pretty cute based on episode 61 of the I Regret Nothing Podcast where he's talking about his role as Dave and it's just super fucking wholesome. Highly recommend listening if you haven't already. And for a bit of an example, he's got a pin like Camilla's (TOH) <3

Found his crown while digging through the trash. It's just a BK paper crown but he loves it so much and it makes him so happy please just let him vibe with it :(

Still has the lil Scut Farkus hat and wears it quite often, with the hat serving as a nest for his rats. They'll hide under it and occasionally peak out from underneath.

As long as you're nice to Zack, the rats will be nice to you. They're decently nice and friendly, but they will not hesitate to bite you if you piss off Zack enough so be careful.

For someone who lives in the sewers, the guys quite warm. Ik you guys are simps so I'm adding it here for you and also me, but the mans body is basically a heater. Great for hugs in the cold winter, and of course great for cuddles in the sewers. Especially when the blanket is either lost or torn beyond belief.

Likely an obvious one, but the guys diet is not the best. None of the Dude's really have a good diet since why the hell would they, except for maybe Movie Dude, but he really has a shit diet. Probably since he just eats out of the trash a lot of the time or steals his food. Guy would appreciate it if you cooked for him tho ^^

#postal #postal 4 #zack ward #probably not all the headcanons i have but this is rlly all my brain can muster for now #maybe one day i'll actually think stuff out with his headcanons #but hope ya liked these stupid lil thoughts so far <3

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okmissgirl · 1 year

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“15 Questions”

Tagged by @this-iz-music

Are you named after anyone?

My aunt and an opera apparently lol

When was the last time you cried?

Two days ago! All I’m gonna say is: be careful when digging into your unconcious mind — it’s dangerous out there.

Do you have kids?

HAHA nope. I would like some gremlins one day, but today’s not that day.

Do you use sarcasm?

Heck no!

lmao what kind of question —

What is the first thing you notice about someone?

Their voice! Gosh, I love a nice voice. Hit’s like nothing else.

What is your eye colour?

BROWN. BROWN LIKE—

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy Endings all the way because a cool thing about me is, I actually enjoy sleeping at night 😌😛

Any special talents?

I’ll let you know when I find one.

Where were you born?

Califor-ni-yay

What are your hobbies?

Singing, writing, and watching rom-coms

Do you have any pets?

I got some stray cats I feed - shout out to Bimbi, Stella, and Aquafino, I know you probably belong to other people but you’ll always be my kitties. AND to Bimbi and Aquafino:

One day you’ll get along. I just know it.

What sports do you play/have played?

SPORTS??? couldn’t be me. I broke a finger playing “catch the bacon”

Favorite subject in school?

English! What’s not to love?

Dream job?

Singing my lil songs and writing my lil stories for all the world to see. ❤️

Tagging:

lol I barely know anyone on this garbage site, but you gotta start somewhere I guess? @curiosumscholar

#15 questions #ao3 writer

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kawaragimysticalsenju · 2 years

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Toman x Sister!Reader Headcanons (Part 2)

Genre : Fluff, fluff and more fluff

Topic : Headcanons

Disclaimer : Gang violence, purely platonic/sibling relationship, no incest!

Matsuno Chifuyu

– THIS ONE. okay, so I imagine him to be a younger brother. Y'know like a year or two mayhaps

– Chifuyu is the "Imma help in your crazy shenanigans but I won't hesitate to throw you under the bus"

– No but seriously, having Chifuyu as a younger brother means there's no ceasing of amusement

– I hc [Y/n] and Chifuyu to be opposites. Like Smiley and Angry but more feral?

– ya'll might be different but one thing everyone will agree on is cat. Cats. CATS.

– If you're a dog lover, ya'll are pretty chill on this department and leave each other to your own devices.

– constant fighting over Peke J and the black cat is low-key traumatized lol

– since you're the older one, you're always expected to be the responsible one (lmao I could never and yet I have three gremlins following me like ducklings. Good luck ^_^)

– he's the type of mf to bribe you with movie marathons or straight up money to shut you up from snitching. You still gonna snitch when he comes home all bruised up

– in this situation, I imagine [Y/n] to neither be studious not quite delinquent-y. she's the average, bored with high-school kinda girl

– however, if you're the type to actually focus on schoolwork, Chifuyu will always go to you for homework explanation and old notes. Cue you sitting through explaining the whole periodic table to him

– if you're into picking fights though, he won't hesitate to challenge you. tries to one-up you and fails every. damn. time.

– you joining a gang won't bother him much but only if he knows atleast one person from said gang.

– if it's Toman, he'd be somewhat embarrassed b'cuz he's a whole 'nother persona near Baji

– oh, and teasing him on his puppy crush on Baji is a routine ritual for you

– just for blackmailing purposes, he'd try to dig up information about your dating life.

– at first it was with an ulterior motive of getting back at you because he knows his sister is capable of mental torture if not physical but then if he finds out your bf/gf, prepare to be teased to the end of times

– is kinda a curious baby tho <3 and will always sneak around if you have your partner over

– will defo give them a cat-like glare, a silent warning not to inflict any harm on his dear sis

– at the end of the day, he is quite the lil shit and your younger days were often spent bickering like it's WW2 but he still loves you

– from discussing shojo manga, to painting each other's nails to borrowing each other's graphic tees, it all comes under the 'Chifuyu sister package'

– this cat lover isn't overprotective but if it comes to that, he won't hesitate to uppercut anyone who disrespects you

– he might hide it well under layers of snark and sassy comments but he majorly respects you

– you're codependent and he won't want anyone else to annoy, roast and love because he only got one badass big sis and he won't ever wish to replace you

– in Toman, I hc [Y/n] having a crush on either Nahoya (Smiley) or Mikey. You're all passive aggressive, man-children and just instantly click. Either will be happy to share your vibe and get chaotic together.

Keisuke Baji

– let's get this straight, Baji is an aggressive person

– he is blunt with anyone and everyone and it's don't matter if that's his twin sis

– I kind of see you being equally or somewhat close to his level of cocky, hyped person

– one to def give you weirdass nicknames like "skunk-butt", "sloth", "booger". Don't be afraid to reciprocate the favor

– I see [Y/n] and Baji getting all physical in fights. It's never just words. Never.

– my boy has a habit of flicking your forehead or pinching your sides. He's doesn't even do it consciously at this point.

– the type to enter your room, snatch your phone, shut off the the lights and walk away WITHOUT. CLOSING. THE. DOOR. smh— the audacity

– let's be honest, he had no idea of personal space and why should he? He's been with your ever since you were born!

– the amount of strays ya'll bring in— your mom's about to lose her shit

– see, I don't think you'd understand but sharing Baji's genes means there's no way in hell you prefer studies over causing mayhem

– he's boutta commit arson? Guess who his helping hand is

– Keisuke isn't at all against you joining gangs but it better not be anything other than Toman. he helped create the gang, tf you mean you're gonna join some other gang?

– as much as Baji likes being nosey, he isn't that much into dating and stuff

– your dating life doesn't interest him but he'll make sure your partner knows what they're in for if they dare break your heart

– arguments with him are a common occurrence. ya'll just butt heads a lot

– don't get me wrong, Baji is mean but he isn't that childish. He knows when to take his teasing down some notches

– had made a vow to himself to never physically harm you with an intent to hurt not bring up past experiences and mistakes

– you know every secret about each other but bringing those up is a big no-no

– if you're somehow, by some miracle an attentive student, he still doesn't give two shits. Notes? He doesn't need them. He'll fail anyway

– Baji and you, while being reckless most of the time, are extremely loyal to each other

– Same gang or not, you're his twin and always his first priority. On bad days he gives the warmest hugs and buys you your favorite drink without uttering a single word

– he's down to just shut up for once and listen if you're going through a tough time or are insecure about something

– his comfort is hidden in comments such as "What do you have to be ashamed about? You're my twin and we share nda or something like that. You're related to me, dumbass."

– Since Baji is a founder, you're pretty close to the rest of the boys.

– I imagine [Y/n]'s crush being on Mitsuya. Just like with Draken's sister and Baji, you and Mitsuya are complete opposites.

– he's reliable and you're low-key a danger-magnet. if you two ever get into a relationship, he's gonna be the grounding factor while you bring out his wild side. it's a balanced relationship.

#tokyo revengers #mikey x reader #tokyo manji gang #tokyo rev oc #baji x reader #chifuyu x reader #mitsuya x reader #tokyo rev x you #toman x sister reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev fluff

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1kook · 3 years

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commercial break; SEVEN

this is part of my netflix & chill series ! happens a few months before part 7

summary; And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare. It’s a perfect plan. warnings; horny jk, jk wants to roleplay... everyone point n laugh, mentions of his impreg kink lol, making out, tits, honestly jk is just very horny n in love lol, jk in a vampire costume w fangs O_o rating; mature (18+) wc; 2k

notes; if u don’t know who lindsay is first of all ur sick, second of all here’s my queen’s top moments. also i just gotta say, this was originally gonna be a larger fic (a halloween special) for my ncouple, but i got a lil busy with school n ultimately didn't have time to invest in this as a whole installment so..... enjoy this commercial break instead!!

Jungkook loves Halloween.

He loves the pumpkin carving and the decorating. Loves the spooky music and the abundance of candy. He loves it, absolutely adores it, and for the second year in a row, he gets to spend it with you! Yet another person he loves very much.

He doesn’t remember ever being this excited for Halloween. Last year, you had roped him into going to some frat party with him, had egged him on, begged so cutely that it was your last year in college, baby until he caved. The two of you had spent the night drinking until you blacked out, Ubering home with your costumes half on, and then unceremoniously fucking in his living room with the blinds wide open.

(The next neighborhood meeting had been very awkward for Jungkook.)

It was his first time ever drinking with you like that, and he vaguely remembers, through his own drunken gaze, how cool you had been. Had absolutely owned a bunch of greasy football players at beer pong in your little sexy nurse costume. And when the crowd cheered your name, shrieked in awe, it had been him that you turned to for praise. “Did you see me, baby,” you had giggled, crowded him against the wall of this random house until Jungkook was sweating profusely. In lieu of a costume, he had worn a silly jogger set with a skeleton design that was supposed to glow in the dark, according to Amazon. You had told him he looked adorable, had kissed and squeezed his cheeks until Jungkook was a flustered mess.

It was still early into your relationship— if Jungkook did the math, you were only about five months in at that point —so he didn’t know how else to cope with the rapid thundering of his heart, the confession sitting on his tongue, the then scary L-word begging to be heard. So, he took you home and fucked you until your little nurse cap slid off your head and you were begging for him to let you cum, thus earning him his first ever offense for violating the neighborhood rules (i.e., traumatizing a group of middle schoolers by fucking in plain sight).

Long story short, Jungkook loves Halloween, and he loves it even more when he gets to spend it with you.

(He’ll never admit it, but he’s a hard romantic. He wants to do cheesy things with you, like cuddle you into his arms when you get scared, pat your head until you can look at whatever is happening on screen again. He wants you to feel safe in his arms, wants to be your refuge when things become too much. He likes to think he’s done a pretty good job so far.)

Jungkook’s plan goes like this:

First, welcome you with that Halloween basket you’ve been sending him tweet links about all month. The cute little Jack-O-lantern candy bucket stuffed with candy and hair ties and a soft Halloween themed blanket. It’s so cheesy, makes him blush when he catches sight of it in his closet, but Jungkook will do anything to please you.

Next, after presenting you with your Halloween gift and having you coo and tell him he’s a good boy, he’ll invite you to break your new soft blanket in. The living room will be prepared with an assortment of your favorite foods, the flat screen ready to play whatever horror movie the two of you settle on.

And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare.

It’s a perfect plan.

It’s the best way to spend his favorite holiday, with his favorite girl by his side and some of his favorite horror films on the big screen. Jungkook spends all of October geeked up for it, even considers hanging up lights around the living room to really set the mood. He’s so excited, can’t wait to spend another wonderful holiday at home with you, that he doesn’t fully realize why you haven’t brought up the long awaited topic of costumes.

“You like?” you ask, standing at the door of his bathroom with a sultry look in your eye, tits practically pouring out of the tight top you’ve wiggled into, skin oiled up scandalously. He fumbles with the fake vampire fang prosthetics he’d been trying to glue in for the better half of an hour.

He had heard the door open downstairs when you got here, had called out his mandatory greeting as he heard you come up the stairs. But none of that had prepared him for the sight of you in… whatever this was.

Jungkook doesn’t really understand exactly what you’re supposed to be dressed up as until the two of you are back downstairs—blinds drawn, full moon slipping in through the cracks—with some random horror movie pulled up on the TV. “I’m Lindsey,” you whine, brand new fluffy blanket wrapped around your shoulders. It shields your boobs from view, but he’s not sure if that’s a win or a loss. “From Total Drama Island!”

He settles in beside you, doesn’t get too comfortable because it’s nearing sundown now and he knows the herds of children are bound to start flowing in. “Uh huh,” he says mindlessly. His collar feels itchy, the overly-detailed vampire costume he meticulously scoured the internet for being one size too small. You snuggle into his side anyway.

“You don’t know anything about cinematic masterpieces,” you frown, avidly tuned into The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning, because apparently you love horror movies all of a sudden, a fact that genuinely throws Jungkook off. He’s not sure what it is about you that had deluded him into thinking you would be a scaredy cat, but he doesn’t take the new bit of information too hard.

The doorbell rings right as the first gorey scene ends and you make a big show of huffing and whining as he rushes to answer it. But it’s only the beginning of the long night that awaits, and, as Jungkook comes to find, running back and forth from the door to the couch is harder than it seems.

Anyway, Jungkook’s neighborhood is a little posh, or ‘bougie’ as you like to claim, and trick-or-treating hours end a little before eleven pm. By then he’s tired, having refused your offer to switch places in fear that your boob might fall out of that scrap of fabric you call a top and earn him his second neighborly offense.

However, that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to your boobs falling out in private.

“Stupid,” you giggle when he gets caught in his long cape, the sound slowly melting into a whimper as he slips his hands beneath your top, fighting with the ridiculous push-up bra you’ve donned tonight. Hands tangle in his hair, mess up the careful side part he’d styled up for tonight, and legs lock around his waist. “Your curtains closed?” you tease.

He huffs, catches your chatty lips with his roughly, presses and presses until your mouth must bruise. He belatedly remembers about those sharp fangs he’d glued on—hey, if he was going to dress up as some gaudy monster it might as well be realistic—and doesn’t realize until he tries to bite your neck and you let out a little yelp. Truthfully, he feels bad right away, but then you’re practically dissolving in his arms so he plays along. “Shh,” he hisses.

The roar of a chainsaw and terrified screams fill the living room, almost drowning out the soft sounds you release by his ear. “O- Or what?” you pant, flinch when he pushes your sad excuse of a skirt up over your waist. “Gonna b- bite me?”

And so Jungkook does.

You shriek. “That hurts, you idiot!” you scold with a tiny whine in your voice, but Jungkook’s cock is so hard. Your tiny, tight outfit does you no favors. Tits in his face, tiny thong against his bulge. He wants to make you sob, litter bites and marks all over your skin until his love makes you ache. You must see the crazed look in his eyes, because you drop the scowl. “Hey,” you say slowly, hand on his chest. “You look like you’re gonna eat me.”

He lets go of a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. He wonders if you can feel his thundering heart beneath your palm. “Fuck,” he sighs, leaning away to regain his senses. Was it something in the air? Was it the fatigue? The full moon? Why did he want to fold you in half and fuck his cock into you until you were a crying, shivering mess? Something about you tonight, laid out for him to take, makes him feel absolutely insane. Starved and psycho; he just wants to take and take until you don’t have anything more to give. He purses his lips, tries to ignore the hot feeling in his lower abdomen when your hardened nipples register to his eyes. “I think I’m becoming evil.”

Of all the idiotic things his brain can come up with, this one is definitely top five. His cheeks flush right after, fueled by the boisterous laughter that escapes your lips at his statement. “Oh my god,” you gasp in glee, hands falling down beside your head. “You’re becoming evil?’

Jungkook frowns, flopping down on top of you to hide the embarrassment that paints his face. “Shut up,” he mumbles against your neck, warm and safe.

A hand cards through the back of his hair, nails dig lightly into his scalp. “Aren’t you the cutest little vampire,” you coo, seemingly ignoring the rock hard cock Jungkook presses against your thigh. He’s still so horny, has this sick thought that he could just pin you down right here, tear that silly costume to shreds and swallow you up in his lust. But your voice is so sweet, has his eyes fluttering shut as you gather him in his arms. “Silly vampire,” you hum, one leg thrown around his hip, a subtle roll of you hips up into him.

Jungkook huffs, licks a flat strip along the base of your neck. It draws a shaky exhale from you, has your hands digging into his back when he begins to slowly lap against the skin, nibble and tug until your back is deliciously arching up into him. “Wanna push you down,” he confesses quietly, hands securing themselves against your hips as he leans back. You're all dazed, eyes trained on his fanged mouth when he hesitantly adds, “l- little human.”

You could laugh, tease him for his sudden weird need to role play with you, but you don’t. A look of understanding crosses your face, sly smirk slowly following. “Oh?” you grin, hand coming around to cup his cheek. “The little vampire wants to use my body?” Jungkook tightens his jaw at your jab, but nods nonetheless.

You’re a feast before his eyes. Boobs in his face, pussy begging to be filled. You’re his, just like Jungkook is yours. And when you indulge him and his stupid whims—kinks, he should say, occasional interests that sometimes make him question himself—his heart feels warm and full. Proud and unashamed, like the truest version of himself when you look at him with those eyes. And your words only confirm it.

Your hands reach down for your top, pull the flimsy material over your head in one swoop that has your bra coming off with it. It drops to the floor. If it makes a sound, Jungkook doesn’t hear it over the shrieks of terror on screen. the blood deaths, the suspenseful music. All he hears is he hammering of his heart.

It’s two of your sneaky fingers that come up to play, pinch one nipple tenderly as you meet his eyes. “It’s all yours,” you purr. “I’m all yours.”

And the thirst he feels, well. It’s a little vampiric, to say the least.

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f1nalboys · 2 years

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this is my ‘the collector’ live post i’m gonna edit it as i go and post it once i’m done so i don’t bombard y’all

-the mfs in the beginning deserve to die bc who walks around in their pitch black house 🙄

-ew these opening credits….. maybe i just don’t like the music choice but i’m like 😡

-ok so arkin knows the family i guess? idk

-he’s so sexy i want him so bad y’all…… i would FUCK him so god damn hard y’all wouldn’t believe it

-jill shut the actual fuck up PLEASE

-arkin why don’t you come in my box 😝😝 if u get what i’m saying babe

-his wife is kinda sexy hehe

-milf and dilf powercouple

-arkinnnnnn ur a little thief but ur sexy so it’s fine

-the collecter walks like a fruit i know that bc i walk the same

-waiting for the sexy sexy scene of arkin when he gets his face grabbed by asa and he looks breedable

-damnnnn he’s fucking michael up 😭 asa ur a lil monster fr

-15-24-7 everyone remember that ok

-most fucked uo thing asas done so far is breathe in that lady’s face bc i just know his breath is rank as fuck

-not arkin searching through all of the drawers like mf he SAID the bottom one. ur wasting time

-ngl to yall id get the rock and just fuck off there’s no way i’d even try to help these folks 😐 does that make me evil….it’s just like,,,, i can’t help! at all! i’d try but id lowkey just look for a way out 😭 i’d die regardless i guess

-ok maybe id try to help instead of just leaving but idk 🙄

-NOOO THE POIR CAT STUCK IN THE ACID????? WHAT THE FUCK THIS MANS EVIL

-this yalls man fr 🤔

-NOO THE CAT GOT SLICED IN FUCKING HALF I HATE IT HERE

-arkin yelling at the lady while she’s getting tortured LMFAO

-jill avoiding all the traps cuz she’s horny JFJSJDJ

-EW THE WAY HE LIVKED HIS LIPS WATCHING JILL GET FUCKED?,, FREAKAZOID

-there’s sm nipple in this movie

-asa is such a weird little freak LMAO

-THE BEAR TRAPS??? what is wrong w him omg

-arkin just leave babe y’all could not fucking catch me here any longer than that lol

-arkin is too good i don’t give a fuck abt that little girl tbh

-not them electrocuting the wrong guy

-also how tf is asa unable to locate or kill the little girl??? mf how many people have u tortured and kidnapped at this point???????

-RUN ARKIN RUNNNNN

-HES RLLY USING TGE MFS HEAD AS A BATTERING RAM

-r these noises fucking asa screaming??

-HERES TGE SEXY SCENE IF BREEDABLE ARKIN LETS GOOOOOO

-personally i think asa has too much time in hands like how long do y’all think it took to set up all those traps??? my man needs a hobby i think

-he only takes one fr

-sorry it happened to be u sexy arkin lover babe

-IS HE PURRING

-asa furry confirmed????

-i think there r nicer ways to wake him up rather than cutting his forehead asa

-no ass on him that’s why he’s a serial killer

-is he digging out his teeth w the chisel???

-i like the effects on asas eyes

-the way arkin had to be homophobic to get asa to come back and beat him up sir that’s the por calling the kettle black ain’t it

-i mean if asa rlly wanted to fuck him up he could’ve just killed the girl

-or try to get bugs to eat through his stomach, that works to i guess

-asas evil little dogs damn

-arkin let me fix u up babe plssss i’ll take care of u hehehe

-the random noises they put over asa is so weird like what is he doing

-is the dog gotta eat this little girl 😭

-arkin hurry up bitch let’s GO

-this is why i’m a cat person

-HE LIT THE DOG ON FIRE 😧

-the stuffed fake dog was rlly something tho

-isn’t there 2 open windows upstairs? why don’t they go through those???

-HAHAHA he got stabbed by the knife chandelier 😝

-HIS WAILS OF PAIN LFJWJCNWONFKWJDJSJS THATS SO FUNNY

-NOT THE POLICE CAR RUNNING ARKIN OVER COSNCINWIDJE

-wonder what happened to arkin a daughter and gf ex lady

-the added the scream from asa like he’s in the fire or something

-also this little girl has GOT to have extreme ptsd from this

-THE AMBULANCE???? also damn arkin was strapped in tight tryna save the emt

-asa is so extra taking arkin w him like man u could’ve just killed him then and there 🙄

-how tf did he survive the knife thing tho 🤔 if it was anyone else they’d be deadzo…. anyways time to go watch the collection hehe

#the collector #the collector 2009 #asa emory #arkin

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hansolmates · 4 years

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hoshi; vowels and veracity (m)

summary: after a blind date that makes you feel like a giddy teenager all over again, you’re forced to grow up and take a chance when you realize that special someone is your daughter’s kindergarten teacher. pairing: teacher!soonyoung x single mother!reader genre/warnings: fluffity fluff nuggets, humor, a lil bit of angst when yn panics, *steve rogers voice* language! alcohol, unprotected sex (wrap the pickle before u tickle), face sitting w/c: 5.2k a/n: i really have nothing to say about this but i’ve been thinking about going back to school all week so this manifested. enjoy a lil sexy but sweet hosh💕

“Y-you,” another giggle and the press of wet lips to the sensitive spot of your neck, “stop, Soonyoung! I’m ticklish there!”

You feel a pout imprint itself in the sweet spot between your ear and your jaw, and you sigh at the rumble of his lips against your skin, “But you taste so sweet, baby,” he croons, and you’re practically melting between the door with how much Soonyoung has pressed himself against you, all of himself.

“What if I don’t wanna stop, pretty girl?” he husks against your soft skin, whispering things in your ear that aren’t for the faint of heart. In your haste to keep a firm grip, one hand goes to his clothes and the other nips at the undercut of his midnight black hair, “what if I just open the door right now and we slip right in, and then I slip right in you?”

Your breath hitches and suddenly your core feels like a timebomb, ready to combust.

Go on a date, Joshua says. He’s a sweet guy, Joshua says. He’s a friend of Joshua’s, so you know going into this blind date that at the very least, he wasn’t a serial killer. But what Joshua failed to tell you going into this was how much Kwon Soonyoung packed and how much of a temptor in disguise he is.

“I really would love to invite you in,” it looks like it pains Soonyoung to admit this, as he presses his forehead to yours and the edge of his fingers dig into your crushed emerald velvet number, “but tomorrow’s the first day of work and I am not emotionally prepared. But, I do want to see you again. I had a great time.”

The previous mood melting into the night sky, you reluctantly let go of the lapels of his tweed blazer. Unable to suppress your crestfallen smile you nod, “That’s fine,” you reply, inching away from him to send him a pointed look, “I wouldn’t have gone inside anyway. I don’t put out on the first date,” you cross your arms in an attempt to feign nonchalance.

Which isn’t a lie, although if Soonyoung had asked you two minutes ago to come inside for a cup of tea, you wouldn’t have argued. He is just that tempting. Said date raises an eyebrow in response, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear at the defiance in your eyes. “Oh?” he echoes, “then what date do you put out?”

“Date seven.”

“Lucky seven,” he grins, “so if we go on a date every day this week by Friday we should be good to go. How do you feel about steak?”

You slap his shoulder in his response, and the giggle that erupts from his lips in response has you feeling dizzy and giddy with excitement. Soonyoung has you feeling like a college freshman all over again, floating like Cloud 9 and drunk in anticipation. You peck one, two more kisses on his lips. He tastes like the peach champagne you shared and his own scent as he pulls you in for a much longer, much hotter kiss.

“Good luck on your first day,” you mumble against his lips, vaguely remembering that he’s a teacher in a school nearby.

“Mm, text me when you get home,” and with a final kiss to your forehead he unlocks his door, leaving you warm and full of heart-eyes on his front porch.

The walk home, more like float home, has you feeling all parts exhausted and hopeful for the days to come. For the first time in a long time you feel young and unbridled, thrumming with excitement. Now you’re just playing with your phone, waiting to exchange goodnight texts.

“Nari’s asleep,” when you walk into your shared apartment, you spot a sleepy Seungkwan on his laptop and sprawled across your couch. “How was it?”

“It was reealllly nice,” you’re still a little wine tipsy, drunk on the taste of Merlot and a certain someone’s kisses, “he was really sweet, and surprisingly sexy.”

“Did you get dicked down?” Seungkwan asks only the most important questions.

You scoff, flopping down on the couch next to him, “As if, we have work in the morning.”

“Speaking of work, are you sure you’re not able to drop off Nari to school tomorrow? It’s her first day of kindergarten.”

“I can’t,” saying it feels absolutely awful, but a single mother has to work extra hard to keep her and her daughter happy.

“It’s fine,” Seungkwan easily waves you off and runs a hand through his fluffy auburn hair, “her favorite Uncle is there, anyway.”

“Hey,” you lightly punch his arm, “I’ve already talked Nari through it. I’m cooking a big breakfast tomorrow—chocolate chip pancakes, duh, and taking a million pictures before we have to part ways. I packed a little Kit-Kat for her lunch with a sweet note. When I come back in time for dinner I promised her pizza from her favorite parlor and she can tell me everything about her day.”

“So, you’re bribing her with food.”

“Sue me, it’s every parent’s weak spot.”

Seungkwan stretches his arms, cradling you between his chest. You sigh into his clean linen scent, feeling sleepy. “Yeah, I’ve bribed her with my Switch once or twice,” he admits softly, eyes also drooping, “but you’re a great mother regardless. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Kwannie,” you sigh, feeling more at ease.

Nari is the light of you and Seungkwan’s life. Five years ago, you promised yourself that if you were more than financially stable and still sick with baby fever, you would adopt. You didn’t want to find a romantic partner for the sole purpose of having a child, you could easily do that on your own. And that you did, you researched and visited foster homes off in the countryside.

In a little town off the coast of the shore was where you met Nari, only six months old and full with cherub cheeks and eyes that sparkled like the moon and stars. You fell in love with her instantly. Fast forward five years later and she’s the reason you wake up every morning and work hard every day. Seungkwan being your best friend, also wanted rights as the godfather and therefore is also part of your perfect family picture.

You and Seungkwan sleep warmly tonight, both excited to share yet another year of Nari’s milestones.

“And then Mr. Kwon said I was an ‘ace’ with my vowels!” Nari has a string of cheese hanging from her chin, and you don’t bat an eye as you reach to pat it away with a napkin.

“I wouldn’t expect any less, baby,” you coo, carding a hand through her hair so her bangs don’t get caught in her meal, “remember when mommy and Uncle Kwannie taught you the vowels this summer? We sang that song.”

“Yes! I sang the same song and showed everyone how ‘ta do it,” your heart is swelling with pride, and you fight the urge to tear up because Seungkwan’s already showing signs of waterworks from his side of the table, “I read a book Mr. Kwon gave me today and he said he’s so impressed I read at a Level B.”

You quirk your brows at the new jargon. You certainly don’t know what it means to be a Level B, but it makes Nari happy and that’s all that matters. Wiping the orange grease off her lips, you muse that you must get in contact with her teacher one of these days.

“What’s a Level B?” Seungkwan similarly looks stumped at the new vocabulary.

“I don’t know!” Nari shrugs, but nevertheless her teacher’s attention has her glowing.

You giggle, “I’m so happy for you, baby.”

“I’m excited to go back tomorrow, I made a new friend! His name is Jeonghan and he helped me with my numbers today. He called my bows cute.”

“Cute?” Seungkwan perks up from his stupor, “of course you’re cute, Nari. So cute that you’re too good for this Jeonghwan boy.”

“Jeonghan, Uncle Kwannie,” she pouts when Seungkwan scoffs, in favor of shoving half a slice in his mouth. She turns to you, tugging on your blazer, “Mama, can I go watch TV now? I finished my homework and I wanna see the new Ladybug and Cat Noir!”

“Of course,” you pull away her plate, gesturing for her to go to the living room.

“Thank you mama,” and she’s bouncing off her seat, pushing her chair in and off to watch Miraculous Ladybug.

You sigh, “They grow up so fast.”

Seungkwan’s eyes widen at your age-old phrase, the words reminding him oddly of his parents when they used to talk down to him. “And here we are, aging twice as fast,” Seungkwan bemoans, already starting to feel the greasy food settle in his stomach. “We used to eat a whole pie! We could eat absolute garbage back in college and here I am weak at two slices—oh my god, am I having a ‘back in my day’ moment? We need to go out. I need to go out. I’ve been practicing consonants and vowels all day. I need a boyfriend,” he playfully narrows his eyes at you, “I need a boyfriend like yours, sweet and sexy.”

“Sorry,” you stick out your tongue, “but he’s mine.”

Perfect timing, Soonyoung’s name pops up on your phone. You two have been texting sporadically throughout the day, making plans for your next date. The two of you are going to watch a drive-in movie, a situation that screams teenage-back-of-the-truck-sex but the movie is a much anticipated favorite of yours and you genuinely want to watch it.

Soonyoung is full of humor and laughs, getting you to smile and relax at the right times during work and always manages to keep you on your toes whenever he says something flirtatious.

“Are you gonna introduce him to Nari?”

You stop typing, and look up towards your beautiful little girl in the living room. Her hair is out of her pigtails, drooping tiredly like she is. Her cheek is pressed against her favorite plush cat, fighting for consciousness because she’s waiting for Marinette to save the day. Your heart swells with affection.

“Dunno,” you shrug, trying not to think too hard about it, “we’re not that serious right now.”

You’re absolutely winded. You finished work early today, due to the fact that came in early so you could clock out and pick Nari up from school. Despite the fact that Nari says it’s okay for you not to pick her up, you can’t allow it and you want to be the one who she runs into when she comes out the door.

“Who do you think she’s gonna hug first?” Seungkwan’s elbowing you, baiting you. “Because this morning she gave me a hug and three kisses before I dropped her off.”

“Three?” you seethe in annoyance, “three kisses is our thing! Two on the cheek and one on the forehead!”

The two of you slowly steep together, waiting for the colorful blue door to the kindergarten area to file out. The heel of your shoes are digging into the grass, probably making a needle-like indentation in the dirt as you struggle not to seep into the lawn. You feel like you’re going to flop on your heels, wishing you could go run back into the car and find your flip-flops from last month’s beach trip. But before you could debate on the run the bell rings, and you’re on livewire when you see the students start to file out.

Your smile grows ten-fold when you see Nari’s jaw drop in surprise, seeing you waiting for her. She fists whatever is in her hands in surprise, breaking into the cutest smile as she screams, “mama!”

And you’re ready to hold your arms out and throw her around in circles, until you see who follows right behind her.

Kwon Soonyoung is Nari’s kindergarten teacher. Kwon Soonyoung with his hair down and untextured, wearing a mint polo and looking nothing like the date you had the other night. He looks absolutely soft and so, you are weak.

Kwon Soonyoung, the sexy deviant who sends you questionable texts and sends you funny puppy videos, is staring right at you and utterly confused when Nari rams straight into your hip.

Momentarily distracted, you pepper your pretty daughter in kisses (all three of them, two cheeks and one forehead) and tell her how much you’ve missed her. Clearly she doesn’t miss you as much, as she’s waving around a picture she drew during playtime, one of her and Jeonghan in the sandbox.

“Really, Nari,” Seungkwan mutters under his breath, shamelessly vocalizing his opinion on a five-year old, “can’t you choose a different friend?”

“Seungkwan!” you chide, but he pointedly annoys you when Nari finally enters Seungkwan’s embrace. He takes extra time to cuddle her, obviously jealous that another boy has taken refuge in your little Nari’s heart.

The moment is so sweet and simple you have no choice but to revel in it and take out your phone to snap a photo.

“Mama!” she pops her head off of Seungkwan’s shoulder, “come meet Mr. Kwon!”

And she’s tugging your hand, only you’re much stronger and you stay firmly planted on the grass. Heck, you even sacrifice your shoes by digging your heels in for extra measure.Your eyes widen in panic, but Nari doesn’t notice because she’s paving a path of dirt with her lime green light-up sneakers, trying to get you to move. You nearly forgot your latest tryst is your daughter’s teacher, and you never told him you have a kid.

But within seconds, there’s an audible slam and the three of you are shattered from your bubble. Turning to the noise the heavy navy door is now locked shut, all the students dismissed for the day. The crowd is gone. Soonyoung is gone.

Seungkwan’s eyes dart between the closed door and you, the pieces clicking. His mouth forms a little ‘o’ and he nods in understanding. “He thinks I’m your baby daddy.”

The two of you point out each other like the Spiderman meme. “He thinks you’re my baby daddy,” you echo, horror marrying your face.

“Mama? What’s a baby daddy?”

“Shh, Nari—” he picks up Nari in one swoop, mouthing a go to you as he leads her to the car.

All alone on the grass, you panic as you watch your family grow smaller and smaller as they enter the parking lot. Soonyoung’s just behind that door, right? Looking left and right to assure no one is going to think you’re being that parent and harassing the teacher within the first week of school, you bound up the steps to knock on the door. Your knocks clang heavily, echoing against the building.

Ten seconds pass. Nothing.

You deflate, pulling out your phone to shoot Soonyoung a quick text.

You: hey, can you come out for a bit so i can explain? Please

A minute passes. He leaves you on read. Defeated, you slump against the door. This day is really a whirlwind on your mental state. All you wanted today was some extra time off work, Nari’s three kisses, and maybe a goodnight text from Soonyoung if you were lucky.

The door suddenly flips open, and you’re braced against someone’s hands.

“Whoa, you okay?”

Your face crumples in relief when it’s Soonyoung that’s come out to respond to you. He’s bracing your weight by holding your arms between his hands, although keeping a respectable distance between the upper half of your bodies. It makes you a little upset, but you understand. Once you’re stable, he lets you go and leans away from you.

“Why are you waiting out here?” he asks pointedly, looking at you up and down. You seem terribly overdressed in your coral pinstripe suit, mismatching with Soonyoung’s apple sauce stains.

“Why do you think I’m waiting out here?”

“And if I close the door again?” he retorts suddenly.

“Then I’ll follow you home.”

A beat passes, whatever expression he conveys on his face is practiced and primed. You have a terrible time trying to decipher his blankness. Working with kids probably does that to an adult. “Come in,” he says neutrally, and you wordlessly follow him into his classroom.

The room is decorated beautifully, with rainbows and glitter. It’s also surprisingly organized, all the crayons in place and the play area free of stray toys. Your eyes instantly search for Nari’s desk, and a small smile fits on your face as you trace her handmade name tag.

“Normally, I don’t let parents in my room until it’s Back to School Night,” Soonyoung says, leaning against his desk. It makes you terribly nervous, knowing the ball is in your court and he’s waiting for you to make a move. His carefree, easy going nature is nowhere to be found, and all you see is walls and a mean poker face. He pulls up the sleeves of his polo, exposing pale, strong arms. Your mouth waters a little (you can’t help it!) and you immediately reach for a bottle of water in your purse. “So, what is it you have to say?”

“Seungkwan’s not my baby daddy,” you blurt, and you immediately blanch when Soonyoung’s eyes widen. “Wow uh. I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“But you did say it like that,” Soonyoung replies slowly, “no child just doesn’t give three kisses to someone who isn’t their father.”

“I only called him my baby daddy because he said it first,” you grumble, almost childishly, “and Nari’s a baby, of course she’s going to give three kisses to anyone that feeds her and coddles her.”

“It sounds like an excuse.”

“It sounds like I’m freaking out because you keep talking back and forth like this!” you cry, slapping your hands against your thigh. You don’t have to look in a mirror to know that you’re quickly getting annoyed, your face morphing into a shade of embarrassment. You can’t tell if this is amusing him or this is a real interrogation. “Let me explain, Soonyoung!”

He says your name slowly, deliberately. And then, “do you want to take a break in the Calm Down Corner?”

“The—the what?” Soonyoung’s eyes flicker to a corner at the far end of the room. The radiator is decorated in a sky blue wallpaper, and there’s a yoga mat on the floor. There are chairs next to a desk filled with coloring pages, decorated with fairy lights. Filling three of the chairs are various stuffed animals, a tiger, a cat, and a panda, all dressed as doctors. It’s a child’s therapy corner. “You gotta be kidding me.”

He raises a brow, and—is that a smile on his lips? “Then explain, why are you here?”

“Because I think I really like you,” you confess, frustration melting away to reveal the uneasy upturn on your lips. You lied when Seungkwan asked if you would ever consider introducing Soonyoung to Nari. In a different world, you would’ve loved to take the time to take Nari to the museum and introduce Soonyoung there. They’d definitely bond over their love for tigers. “Seungkwan is my best friend, and helps me take care of Nari. I adopted her five years ago.”

Something softens in Soonyoung’s eyes, and the air feels much more relaxed. But his dark brows remain knit together, and he looks at you with confused eyes. “Then if you like me so much, why didn’t you tell me you had a daughter?”

“Because kids can be deal breakers,” you admit, and the colorful classroom feels smaller as you hug yourself. “I just, wanted you to like me first.”

It’s the primary reason why it’s taken you so long to date. Sure, there’d be a fling here and there, but nothing that feels as tangible as Soonyoung is. You’re not old enough to find a partner that wouldn’t blink at the sign of children, yet you’re still at that weird age threshold where a partner could immediately run for the hills at the mention of one. Nothing will top Nari, she’s number one in your heart, but the small selfish part wanted you to put the focus on yourself for just one night.

“You don’t have to hide, I want every part of your life no matter how long we have,” he assures you gently, firmly without an ounce of regret. Soonyoung opens his arms, and you cry in relief when you get to collapse in the scent of his cologne. You tuck your head in the crook of his neck, slightly sweaty from whatever activities he needs to do with the kids, but you don’t mind. His voice is quiet, melting in your ears, “and I really like you too. I really like Nari as well, she’s a great kid.”

“She is, isn’t she?”

You two pull away, and he swipes a thumb under your eyes in case some tears manage to escape. “So, Friday? Movie?”

“It’s a date.”

“Where’s Nari?” the question is huffed against your breath as you’re pressed between your freshly washed bedspread and Soonyoung’s body. He takes care in making sure the zipper of your delicate dress doesn’t get caught in the rush, easily slipping your dress off and throwing it on your desk chair.

“At Seungkwan’s, why?”

His cheshire cat eyes glow under the moonlight, positively devious. “It’s date seven,” he announces sweetly. His gaze betrays his saccarine reply, a look that only tells you that Soonyoung plans to fuck you five ways to Sunday, and you’ll gladly let him.

You sit up on your elbows, enjoying the show as Soonyoung quickly sheds his clothing. It’s ungraceful, exciting. Tonight was a simple carnival date, easily making you feel like a giddy college student all over again. Soonyoung won you five Pokemon keychains today, you could put a whole party on your hand.

“It’s actually date six,” you tease, tilting your head as his pants finally come off, revealing black boxer briefs that snug deliciously around the waist.

“Oh, okay,” he looks at you like you’ve spoken God’s word, reaching to pick up his shirt, “so you don’t want my dick fucking you raw tonight? Okay, I see how it is,” he pretends to put on his clothing, jabbing a thumb out the door.

You have the audacity to giggle, pulling him over by the waistband, “Come here so I can make an exception.”

You don’t know what it is that makes you want you want to give everything to this man. Heck, five years ago you didn’t even want a man as an excuse to have kids. But as he nudges you in all the right places and places you on top of him, you know this man will treat you like an absolute treasure. Every kiss is laced with smiles and sweetness, filled with vigor and vivacity that fills you up and leaves you afloat.

He takes care of you first, unwilling to let you budge as he places your core over his face. He makes quick, but effective use of his tongue and fingers, making sure you’re nice and sensitive for his future plans. You’re practically throbbing with pleasure, vibrating from every cell of your body. Within minutes he’s glistening in your arousal, and he pulls you down so you’re lined up with his crotch. It’s involuntary when you pulse against his member, your body shamefully alerting you that it’s desperate with need, and the remedy is right under you.

Soonyoung looks more satisfied than you, eager to please you. Without warning, he stuffs two fingers in your mouth, “You pretty, pretty girl,” you are keen at the attention, your body is glowing a radiant rose.

Your tongue rolls against his fingers, sticky and tasting of your arousal. Tilting your hips up you let Soonyoung pull his member out, lining it against your entrance. Feeling the soft tip brush against your delicate folds, you moan against his mouth. With a little ‘pop’ he releases you, lips shiny and parted.

“I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of hit-it-n’quit-it kind of guy,” he noses the sensitive spot of your jawline, which distracts you momentarily when the plush tip nudges your folds, coaxing you to unite. “Because after tonight, I’m definitely keeping you. Forever.”

The reply that dances on your tongue is overtaken by your whines when Soonyoung slips in fully, forcing your body to clench tightly against his. You take him, all of him. You feel wet and sticky and hot and swollen with affection as Soonyoung praises you for taking him so well. His pace is firm and passionate, short nails digging deliciously into your hips for leverage as he makes sure to fill you to the brim.

He’s right, tonight is far from being a means to an end. You feel like you can have nights like this the rest of your life. And when the both of you finish and you’re pulling the covers over one another, you finally manage to grasp the reply that was nearly forgotten.

Pressing a kiss to his jaw you whisper, “I’m keeping you, too.”

“So, how long can we keep this a secret for?”

“Ideally? Ten months. Realistically, I’d say Christmas.”

“Why Christmas?”

“Because I know you’re going to be dying to get Nari a Christmas present.”

Soonyoung props his elbow on the pillow, looking at you petulantly. “I could say it’s a good behavior reward. She’s been racking up those gold stars during morning meetings, babe. She’s not even trying.”

“That’s my girl,” you coo, rolling over to lean your head on his chest. Light has long flooded into your apartment, seeping through your curtains and reflecting on your white duvet. Soonyoung looks absolutely fluffy and well rested, and you can’t help but reach to pat down the ebony bird’s nest atop his head.

The two of you lay like that for a little bit, playing with each other’s cold feet under the covers and relishing under the touch of bare skin to bare skin. You remind yourself that you need to take Joshua out to dinner one of these days, as he managed the inevitable and set you up with an amazing partner.

“Breakfast?” Soonyoung pops the question easily, “let’s get steak.”

“Steak isn’t eaten for breakfast.”

“Then can I eat you for breakfast?”

You snort, hiding under the covers while Soonyoung attempts to tickle you. The whole act in itself feels wholly innocent despite the fact that you’re both naked and smell like sweat and sex. Just as you feel Soonyoung’s head dip under the covers to meet you at your chest, the door swings open.

“Mama!”

The previously warm room feels like wickedly sharp ice, freezing you to your spot as you clutch the covers closer to your chest. “Baby!” you cry exasperatedly, flinching when she throws all her weight on you. She’s still in her ladybug pajamas from last night, hair falling out of her braid.

She lifts her head from your breast to give you an adorable one-toothed grin. You try your best to maintain eye-contact, but Nari has impeccable vision. Her grin evolves into a full-on beam when she finds your bed partner.

“Mr. Kwon!” she’s squealing, clamoring over your lap. You do a double-take when you see Soonyoung sitting next to you, wearing a t-shirt. Where on earth did he get that?

Soonyoung’s eyes reduce to crescents at his (secretly) favorite student. “Good morning, Nari-ah. Had a fun time at your Uncle’s house?”

“Nari,” you force your daughter down to stand on the hardwood, giving her a stern look, “give Mr. Kwon some space, it’s really early and it’s the weekend.”

Knitting her brows together, she looks between the two of you, “But you two don’t have any space.”

You wince at her perception, and nudge yourself away so you’re pressed against your nightstand. The oakwood corner digs painfully into your back.

“We were haviång a very special parent meeting,” you fight the urge to cry when Soonyoung turns on his teacher's voice, sending your daughter a very convincing smile. You watch as your daughter’s eyes go wide, probably feeling very special that her teacher came all the way to her house to have a meeting. “You’ve been doing so well during the read-alouds that I had to tell your mama in person!”

“I told you mama!” Nari juts out her chest, and you lean over to kiss the crown of her head. “But Mr. Kwon, why are you having it in mama’s room?”

“Her room is the warmest!” he says like it’s the most obvious thing, his and Nari’s eyes widening simultaneously as he gestures to the open window. “The sun travels directly into your bedroom in the morning, and those rays send heat—”

“Mr. Kwon,” your voice is as steady as it can be, and you frown when Soonyoung wiggles his brows. You already know he’s thinking of three separate ways you can use the term Mr. Kwon in private, but you’re not having any of that, “shouldn’t we uh, wrap up this… meeting?”

“I wanna stay,” Nari glowers, obviously nosy as to what you two are talking about.

“I know baby. We just gotta finish up the meeting, okay? Can you—” you cut yourself off when Seungkwan finally decides to make his appearance, eyes wide at commotion he’s created. He’s in matching pajamas, ridiculously red as he bends down to scoop up Nari. Absolutely sweating and as red as his clothes, his eyes dart between the two of you. You could care less that Seungkwan’s eyes have bags under their bags, and was probably too tired to catch her when she ran inside the house. No, Seungkwan doesn’t deserve the title of godfather anymore.

“Nari! You can’t interrupt teacher meetings,” Seungkwan pretends to scold, and Nari turns her head so she can hide in her Uncle’s shoulder.

Knowing that Nari can’t see a thing, you mouth a very explicit I will kill you to your best friend, and he immediately mouths an apology to the both of you as he ushers himself out the door. You wait ten seconds for your daughter to be out of ear shot, before dropping the blanket from your neck and throwing yourself against the pillows.

But Soonyoung’s chuckling, pressing a litany of kisses all over your bare body in an attempt to comfort you. Instead of reveling in his lazy morning touch, you want to disappear between the sheets, never to be seen. What will the PTO moms say when they find out? How will you stop Nari from telling Jeonghan, and therefore Jeonghan telling the entire kindergarten population? Why isn’t Soonyoung freaking out about this? Instead, he favors to taste your body, in between kisses muttering something about it being kismet that Nari so happened to see right as you were discussing the secrecy of your relationship. Ten years from now, your daughter will be horrified when she realizes that no, teachers don’t normally give housecalls in your mother’s bed.

Your boyfriend pinches your thigh, regarding you with mirth in his eyes.

“So, that means I can buy her a Christmas present now, right?”

#hoshi fic #hoshi x reader #svt creations #caratwritersclub #thekpopnetwork #svt fic #svt scenarios #soonyoung fic

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hi could you do celebrating valentines day or your anniversary with the sdr2 boys 💓💓

Valentines day with the SDR2 boys

this is sooo adorable and i love writing stuff like this! i went a lil ham and did around double the world limit i would usually do, but it’s okay! i also got some inspiration based on thinking of some of my favorite dates with my bf :3 anyway, i hope you enjoy it!

♡ mod kaede

Hajime Hinata:

★ Hajime doesn’t want to plan something extravagant for your anniversary; he’s just satisfied spending time with you. So for your anniversary, you opt to order pizza and watch one of your favorite movies together.

★ You laugh at all the same familiar parts of the movie and recite the best lines simultaneously. Hajime wraps a blanket around the two of you and you put your head on his chest.

★ About halfway through the movie, you notice Hajime’s attention has shifted from the movie to you.

★ When you look up, Hajime places a hand on your face and pulls you in for a long, soft kiss.

★ “Happy anniversary. I love you, Y/N,” he whispers to you lovingly.

Nagito Komaeda:

★ You enter the aquarium with your boyfriend, Nagito. He mentioned to you in passing one day he had never been to one, so you decided to take him to your local aquarium for your anniversary.

★ You held hands and marveled at all of the different things you saw. Fish, sharks, penguins...even the plants were beautiful to look at!

★ After exploring the aquarium you entered the gift shop. You gasped upon seeing an adorable octopus plushie and showed it to Nagito.

★ You continued looking around only to notice Nagito disappear for a moment. He tapped on your shoulder and told you he was ready to go. You looked down and saw a bag in his hand.

★ Once you were outside, Nagito reached into the bag and pulled out the octopus plushie. “Happy anniversary, Y/N. Thank you for spending time with someone like me.”

Gundham Tanaka:

★ You held Gundham’s bandaged hand, excited to be at a place you two had always dreamed of going: a cat cafe.Walking in, you and Gundham immediately marveled at all of the adorable cats in front of you.

★ Originally, you thought an hour would be plenty of time to spend with the cats, but Gundham ended up buying another hour to make sure you had time to play with all of the cats individually.

★ Both of you had become attached to a cat named Midnight. Gundham had brought up wanting to adopt a cat with you before, but you weren’t sure. But Midnight was so precious you couldn’t resist. Before you know it, you had signed the adoption papers and planned to pick up Midnight a few days later.

★ As you walk home, Gundham gives your hand a soft squeeze and says to you “Happy anniversary, my dark monarch.”

Kazuichi Souda:

★ You knew Kazuichi had been planning something for a while now. However, you had no idea what it was, and he was refusing to say anything.

★ On your anniversary, you took Kazuichi to a museum centered around different types of machines. You smiled watching his eyes light up as you looked around the museum together.

★ Once you were back at the house, he told you he had a gift he worked on for you. He left for a moment and came back holding a little robot he had made of himself. Kazuichi had recorded cute sayings into his robo-self to remind you how much he loved you.

★ “Happy anniversary, Y/N. I hope you love it as much as I love you.”

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu:

★ Fuyuhiko had wanted to do something special for your anniversary, but he was stumped on what to do for you. When the day came, you both agreed on just spending a day in the park and going to get ice cream from your favorite shop nearby.

★ You held his hand in one hand and your ice cream in the other, being careful to not drop your ice cream. You find a bench and sit down with Fuyuhiko, eating your ice cream and feeding each other spoonfuls.

★ When you finish spending time together at the park, you return home to cuddle for the rest of the evening.

★ Your conversation lulls for a moment before Fuyuhiko turns to you. “Hey Y/N...you mean a lot to me, y’know. Happy anniversary.”

Nekomaru Nidai:

★ For your anniversary, Nekomaru had taken you to the beach!

★ You both spend the day building sandcastles and eating your favorite snacks, but your favorite part had to be the water gun fight! Both of you laugh and run around on the beach, spraying each other with streams of water and yelping in surprise when the freezing water hit you.

★ That evening, you both looked out onto the setting sun over the water. The sky had turned pink with streaks of orange. You feel Nekomaru wrap a protective arm around you and kiss the top of your head.

★ “You mean so much to me, Y/N. Happy anniversary.” Nekomaru says to you in a soft tone you’ve never heard before, but know you’ll hear again.

Teruteru Hanamura:

★ You sighed at your front door, relieved that another day of work was over. Today was your anniversary with Teruteru and you were looking forward to spending time with him.

★ You walked into the house and instantly knew the amazing smell that had wafted throughout. Teruteru had made you your favorite meal! He welcomed you home soon after you had closed the door and placed your plate down at the dining table.

★ A few candles had been lit and there were fresh roses in a vase, too.

★ You spent the meal talking to Teruteru about your day and how grateful you were to have him in your life. When you’re both done eating he pulls out a box of homemade chocolates for you.

★ “Thank you for everything, Y/N. Happy anniversary.”

Byakuya Twogami:

★ The Ultimate Impostor just wanted to do something simple for your anniversary, which was to take you to your favorite restaurant. Even if it was just a meal at your favorite restaurant, you were happy nonetheless because you were getting to spend time with him.

★ You notice the restaurant is quieter than usual when you walk in compared to the usual hustle and bustle. Once you’re seated and your meals are in front of you, you both dig in. The food is delicious like usual and you and Byakuya continue the conversation you had started before eating.

★ “Y/N, thank you for accepting me for who I am. Happy anniversary.” Byakuya blushes and you smile at him. The waiter comes by and you order your favorite dessert to share.

#hajime hinata x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #gundham tanaka x reader #kazuichi souda x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #nekomaru nidai x reader #teruteru hanamura x reader #byakuya twogami

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