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peachdues · 4 months

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VIOLENT DELIGHTS — TEASER

Tengen’s Tell Me to Stop

A/N: because the more shitty anons bitch about my teasers, the more I’m gonna post because I don’t give a fuck.

Tengen’s installment of my Tell Me to Stop series. A true enemies-to-lovers fic. Read the spicy teaser here.

CW: blood • description of whipping • some angst • Tengen is confused by his own actions here

Ty always to my biggest enabler @marenalee . This fic is dedicated to you bby.

Tengen paled as he watched the villagers wrench the hood off the person struggling against their restraints.

Rough hands shoved Y/N to her knees, hair mussed, eyes wild and murderous as she glowered at her captors. Rope had been tied around her mouth, forcing her teeth to part around its coarse fibers. If he squinted, he could see the way the rope had rubbed the corners of her mouth bloody and raw.

The assassin thrashed against the hold of her captors as they secured thick, iron shackles around her wrists, each one connected to a separate piece of scaffolding that forced her into an awkward, half-star position on her knees. A sour-faced man stepped out from the shadows behind the stage to glare down at her, his puffy, fish-like lips twisted into a disgusted sneer as he spoke. An audience had gathered at the base of the stage, and Tengen felt his gut twist at the excited buzz which rose over them.

Whatever was to come, it was nothing good.

His suspicions were confirmed when he watched the Magistrate turn his head and bark at one of the grim-faced men standing off to the side of the podium. A moment later, and a grubby hand pressed something long and coiled into the Judge’s outstretched and waiting palm.

Tengen recognized what it was at precisely the same moment as the assassin — his nemesis — though he was certain the dread filling his gut was but a fraction of that which filled hers.

In all the months of tormenting her — of even trying to kill her — Tengen had never seen Y/N look afraid. Surprised, sure, but never frightened.

Yet, as the long, cruel tail of the whip unfurled in the Magistrate’s hands, curling down to the wooden slats of the podium, he saw the fear enter her widened eyes — deep and primal.

She was terrified.

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The crack of the whip was capped by an ear piercing scream that made Tengen’s blood curdle.

Spring had always been his favorite season; winter was drab and monotonous and summer was too damn hot to appreciate anything, but spring — spring was resplendent with color and life and all things vibrant and exciting.

This village had been awash in springtime’s splendor. The cherry blossoms had bloomed, coating the sloped roofs of houses and restaurants in a soft blanket of pink and white. The streets had been lined with attractive stalls, offering an assortment of food and jewelry and hand sewn silk garments in every hue imaginable, guaranteed to allow even the pickiest shopper to find something suited to their tastes.

But now, all the sounds and smells and sights and warmth had fallen away; now, all the pastels and greens and effervescence of spring had melted into something dull and gray and muted.

Tengen could only see red.

Red was the color of her blood as it dripped from end of the curled, thin length of rope and soaked into the wooden planks of the post.

Red was the color of her flesh, hanging in torn, bloodied ribbons as each lash flayed her open more and more.

Red was the color of Tengen’s fury, hot and vitriolic, saturating everything in his line of vision until the once reverent sights of the village around him faded to amorphous, crimson blurs as he moved.

Red was the color staining his hands as he threw the whip to the side, having wrenched it free from the magistrate’s cruel hands before he’d thought the better of it; and red was the color that now sprout from the magistrate’s nose as he crashed against the blood-soaked slats of the whipping post, bubbling over his swollen lips as he sputtered at the formidable man standing above him.

“If you would like to avoid taking her place, then I suggest you disperse this crowd,” Tengen said coldly. “And do not try and interfere.”

He held the stammering Magistrate’s petrified stare for a moment longer before he turned his attention to his target. Cautiously, the Sound Pillar approached the half-conscious assassin where she’d been partially stripped and chained to the wooden whipping post. Tengen fought to keep the bile in his throat from rising at the way the wooden slats under his feet squished, so heavily saturated with blood from both his enemy and the poor souls which had been subjected to the brutality of the whip before her.

Her head hung limply between her shoulders, bent toward the floor of the post, and her body slumped against the stage. Her arms, however, remained awkwardly stretched out before her thanks to the iron manacles nailed into the post’s scaffolding. Grimly, the Sound Pillar noted that the gallows were to ensure the penalized would be held up and open even well after their body succumbed to the pain of their lashings; a crude display of utter helplessness and submission to the whip.

He said her name, once, and though she moaned faintly under the pull of her restraints as they stretched the ruined skin of her back, she did not stir.

The full horror of her suffering slammed into him as Tengen ran his eyes over her swaying, whimpering form once more. Before he could think the better of it, before his brain could scream at him to stop, to leave her to a fate that was none of his business, the Sound Pillar unsheathed one of the great blades he kept strapped to his back. With a single, mighty stroke, he cleaved the iron chains of her bonds clean in half, and one by one, her arms fell limply to her side.

No longer held up by her forced prostration, Y/N began to fall forward face-first but Tengen caught her before she could make contact with the floor of the blood-soaked stage beneath her. Mindful of her wounds, he laid her limp form over his shoulder and hauled her up, his arms winding around her legs to keep her locked in place. Her arms dangled over his back. As he began to walk, he realized that the tips of her fingers just barely grazed the middle of his spine.

Small; she was so small in his arms. So helpless.

The crowd of townsfolk who had gathered to watch her flogging parted silently for the Sound Pillar as he descended the stairs of the whipping post, unconscious assassin draped over his shoulder, and departed the village without a word.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #tengen uzui #uzui tengen #kny #kny x reader #kny fanfic #kny uzui #kny tengen #tengen x reader #uzui x reader #tengen smut #uzui smut #demon slayer smut #kny smut

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fffiii · 8 months

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Rate your friends.

Fear.

I hope you don’t mind me going insane, anon :3

Yami @pastel-rights

9.5/10

You. YOUUUU!!!!! I grab your stories your Theatre of Darkness your ocs your lore your art EVERYTHING. I ADORE YOUR PRESENCE AND HONESTLY??? thank you for dealing w my bs HAAHAHA and thank you for introducing to my first true kin as an oc, Harlequinn Astran. That man is vile just like me /lh ANYWAYS HUGS YOU TIGHT. Also my favourite person to torment with timmy and insanity <3 /j

Sam @paperbcy

8.5/10

MY EX HUBBYYYYYY~ I swear i do love you /p i definitely wasn’t only wanting the access to the walls :333 I love your lore and your writing and your amazing mysteries and orphy musings!!!!!!

Tae(gan dragon detective morningstar dazai osamu akechi monika deross dathy mariah hernandez john light yagami cro jason dean collins) @nice-chiaki

8/10

YOUUU, the archetype of the wet blanket. the hypocrite of the glass house /j. YOUUUUUU you’re insane I know it you lil delulu lemon but i still grab you and squeeze you because you are a cute delulu lemon!! Thanks for also dealing w my bs HAHAHHA

Navi @navxry

∞/10

YOU. NAVINA. GRRRHRGRHRGRR BARK WOOF, first witness to the insanity I have wrought from a tender young age <3 my longest online friend and honestly!! I miss you so much im gonna grab and rattle you and infect you with my blorbos /j so happy to be still talking to you after so so sosososososoo long!

Mitzu @yaboimitzu

10/10

MITZU. MITZUUUUUUUUUUUU our friendship was so out of nowhere LMAO then look where we are, with IDV, BSD, HSR, Genshin A N D MTP BRAINROT??? we r truly madmen /j THANKS FOR ALL YOUR AMAZING ADVICE AND HELP MAN YOURE TOO KIND

Klai @idv-ask-the-showman

7/10

My soon to be partner of crime 😈😈😈 YOU’RE SO FUN TO BE WITH AND YOUR ENERGY IS SO. WAAA. I LOVE BEING AROUND SO MUCH AS A FRIEND! If Phineas wants to express any feelings for liam (iykyk). Don’t be shyyy :)

Pins @one0p1nk

6/10

PINSSS!!! YOU!!! I GRAB YOU!!!! purest little pins and your amazing ocs!! also thanks so much for all your amazing essence events and for indulging our crackhead moments >:)

Four @sleepyfour

6/10

YOUUUUUU! life has been busy but i miss talking to you smmm! Hope life’s been good on you :D

Toko @blackturtlefangirl

7/10

A fellow equator sufferer <3 Thanks for being so nice to me and discussing the most random stuff when it comes to our country HAHAAHA snd tokosop? Love the bastard. Love your interpretation of the bastard. Mwah. I LOVE YOUR ART TOO ITS SO YUMMY and you’re so nice awwnwijisjikjaknw

Joe @picnicbask3t

7/10

evil vampires? If evil why sexy? Your art???? mwah. Your Bloodline Communion? MWAH. Best yaoi lover on this site. be not afraid. give me the vampy vampy lore

Lupi @imaginearson/@askgardenerwoods

7/10

you are just like me. Be not afraid. ALSO DONT RIZZ SHILOH HES NOT RIZZWORTHY GO AFTER THE OTHER THESPIANS HGRHRGRGRR

Carrie @micyclemorton

7/10

3 years down the line i think i’m gonna be a sam 2, this is a threat /j BUT THANKS FOR INDULGING IN MY SLEEP DEPRIVED BS!!! and your characters and lore is so deep and interesting!!!! mwah

Beth @beth-bethar00

6/10

BETHHH! you’re such an understanding and nice person and you’re really so nice to be around!! I hold you and your ocs and aus gentle

rest of the Mun’s kitchen Hut and the Mun’s collab server

5.5/10

YALLS!! HRGRRHRGR!! Yall are so nice and friendly towards my insanity <3333 thanks for helping me and welcoming me fr yall are amazing (fellow crazy buddies)

#ask #I also love how everyone’s tagged me with green thanks evil snake woman

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sunflowerbecca · 10 months

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summer nights ✰ sarah cameron

summary: a blurb about falling asleep with sarah after a long summer day with the pogues

notes: this is my comeback to writing???!!! this was so cute to write and i’m so happy with how it turned out!

warnings: none

requested: yes/no

by anon

“hi!!! can i request a reader x sarah cameron where the two are hanging out with the pogues and end up falling asleep together bc they’re in their own little world. just like a lil fluffy thing? :))”

word count: 320

The setting sun reflects off the water, shining pastels that settle softly across the Chateau. The group of friends are gathered by the roaring campfire, illuminated by the orange colour seeping out.

Kie, JJ, and John B occupy a set of camp chairs as they share a joint, passing it back and forth. Pope and Cleo are roasting marshmallows over the smaller flames. Sarah and you are cuddled together on a blanket on the ground.

The rough texture of the grass peaks through the thin material but neither of you pay it any mind. It’s a colder night, everyone donning their sweaters and huddling close. You shift closer to Sarah as a breeze floats through the yard.

“Does anyone want this s’more?” Pope asks, breaking the silence.

“Oh dibs!” Kie calls out, raising her hand.

“Hey! I want one!” JJ whines.

“There’ll be more, just wait your turn.”

“Fine.” The boy mumbles.

As Pope stands to give Kie the snack, Sarah turns slightly to you.

“Hey babe?”

“Yeah Sar?”

“I’m tired.”

“Me too.” You reply quietly, fiddling with her hoodie strings. The other girl groans quietly before moving to lie her head on your chest.

“What?” You laugh as you press a kiss to her forehead.

“I don’t want to get up though.”

“Then sleep here.”

“Here?” She questions.

“Yeah, why not?”

“Mmm,” She pauses, “Okay.”

Sarah shifts again for a moment before relaxing, her eyes slowly drifting closed. You remain still for a while as you study your girlfriend. The way her hair is messy from being on the boat or how the light from the fire flickers across her face.

Soon enough you let your head fall back too. The ground is hard beneath your head so using one arm you pull up your hood to cushion it slightly. The background noise of your friends talking and the fire crackling slowly fades away as you fall asleep too.

#obx #outer banks #outerbanks #sarah cameron x reader #sarah cameron #obx fic #obx fanfiction #obx x reader

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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sonny babie!! i cannot get stoner!ari out of my head 😖 him being secretly soft makes him so much yummier

dumbass(-ish)/oblivious!reader is very much giving arts and crafts lover hehehe 🥺 i think you're oblivious to the feelings behind ari's sweet gestures and gift but it's not lost on you that those are very nice things he does for you. so what do you do to show him appreciation? handmade gifts 🥰 you just want to show ari's you're really thankful (for his ~friendship~ and kindness 😈) by giving him something you put time and effort into and that makes his crush on you grow even more

in my head, after you smoked for the first time with ari, you crocheted him a coaster for his bong using his favorite colors. and yeah, maybe it does look kinda ridiculous bc who has a bong coaster 💀 but your smile when you see ari use it is worth it to him!! the second skateboard lesson you have with him is one where you gave him a sticker you made for his board. (you're all "i made you a sticker to say thanks! do you like it? it's you hehe!". the sticker is your cute drawing of a bear) it's obviously not on theme with the rest of his board and he sticks it on the space between his thrasher and skate or die stickers 😭. his friends make sure to tease him for that ofc

oblivious!reader is just so sincere and cute 🥹

(may i please be 🪷 anon? hehe :~D)

I AM ON MY KNEESSSS THIS IS SO ADORABLE YOU MAY HAVE SINGLE-HANDEDLY CONVINCED ME TO WRITE THE FULL FIC !! I'm an absolute whore for this kind of opposites attract love. cute little crafts start littering his dorm room, his roommate (curtis) asks if he's picked up some hobbies ("when the fuck did you learn how to knit?" "It's crochet." "It's what?") and that bit about the stickers, oh my !! i am so soft !! ari doesn't even want to use his board anymore bc he might ruin the sticker, but you say it's okay and that you'll make him a bunch more. ugh !! big scary beefy skater stoner ari and his crush on you, the sweet crafty, pastel-loving, blanket-maker, girl !!

#and yes you may #🪷 anon #skate or die omg #stoner!ari #wips ask #sonny drabbles

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eustassslut · 2 years

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kid with a goth gf give me life but HEAR ME OUT

kid with a lolita gf (the jfashion not the weird thing)

it would be so cute !!! they’re total opposites <3

i have such a big thing for opposite styles, you're so smart anon. but this is probably about to become self insert so fast because i used to wear lolita clothes.

Kid with a lolita gf would be around the same level of whipped as he is with a goth gf, he is simply so in love with his gf that he loves everything about them and their style. his gf could wear a bin bag and he'd be like: yes, i love it, you look so hot. he's a super supportive bf like that.

but i know for a fact that the opposite aesthetics/styles would get to Kid a lot. he'll be extra protective of his lolita gf than he would normally because he subconsciously sees his gf as more innocent and in need of protecting. lolita gf could be incredibly violent, a great fighter and swear like a sailor but Kid still insists in being overprotective and fighting on their behalf. lolita gf would have to actively tell him off or push him away during a fight if they want him to stop.

let's all pray that anyone who ever insults his lolita gf in front of him is able to run fast though, because he will get revenge for them and chase them everywhere. he'll probably also steal their wallet after he beats them up and takes his lolita gf out shopping.

he'd also feel like he's corrupting his lolita gf sometimes, they just look so pure compared to the crew and him. but he defiantly gets a kick out of that, i headcanon Kid as having a corruption kink with his partner. so if his lolita gf ever wore that lolita/lacey pastel lingerie in front of him, he'd loose his marbles and go insane. it wouldn't last very long but he buys more as an apology.

if he's super dirty or bloody after fighting/working, he'll refuse to touch his lolita gf because he doesn't want to stain their clothes. so lolita gf would have to take the active step of touching him and telling him it's okay if their clothes get ruined. Kid would buy them new clothes afterwards either way though.

lolita clothing can be also incredibly expensive, so i can see lolita gf constantly complaining about not having something because of the price. Kid wouldn't take this seriously at all, until they make a stop on an island and Kid sees a dress he wants to buy for his lolita gf but the price tag makes him want to scream (he just steals it out of pure irritation). after that he learns he needs to budget for his addiction to buying every dress/accessory/parasol he sees that fits lolita gf's aesthetic.

a lot of lolitas tend to make their own clothes, so if Kid's lolita gf does this they're about to be spoiled beyond regular gifts of clothes. Kid would buy/steal them the best sewing machine he can find and loads of different materials to make pretty clothes from. Kid would clear out half of his workshop for them so they can have their own private space to quietly sew. he'd never admit it aloud but he finds it incredibly relaxing to have his lolita gf quietly sitting near him and delights in the random kisses he receives when they get up to stretch. all Kid wants in exchange for all of this is to be allowed to sit on their bed and get a little fashion show of their new outfits.

if lolita gf likes having a room that matches their style, Kid has absolutely no problem with having his punk bedroom being overrun with their plushies, blankets, rugs or whatever else they want to put in it. they could ask to put pink sheets on their bed and Kid's already preparing to remove his red ones.

i present the idea of lolita gf coming into their shared room after reading with Killer to find Kid fast asleep on their pink bed hugging one of the plushies on the bed because he got bored of waiting for them and the plush smelt like lolita gf <3.

but he loves seeing the signs of his lolita gf on the ship, like the tea cups in the kitchen next to the weird mugs (Killer collects mugs with bad jokes on them, change my mind), the pink lamp on his workshop desk that they bought him because they were worried about his eyes or the fluffy pastel blankets and pillows in the living room that the crewmates fight over getting to use.

Kid would be the exact same level of protective and whipped for lolita gf as he would for goth gf, but the opposite aesthetics just hit him a little hard sometimes.

#lolita gf #eustass kid headcanons #eustass kid thirst #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid smut #eustass kid #one piece x reader #one piece smut #one piece headcanons #one piece #eustass captain kid #killer op

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killerskillercaptain · 2 years

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Little joy

Anon request

Pairing : Levi Ackerman x reader

Synopsis : You and Levi are expecting your second child, you go on false labor in front of your son. Levi is an overprotective and affectionate hubby.

Themes : false labor / fluff / domestic fluff / domestic AU fluff

tw : mention of false labor pain

You were tucked safely in your living room's couch. Levi had placed you there before heading out. He also put a ridiculous amount of blankets and multiples plaids on you, the man had been overprotective with you since you announced your second pregnancy to him. You'll never forget the glint in his eyes when you told him the news while showing him the test.

Next to you, on a little table stand, he had left you a warm cup of your favorite tea. The man has been buying it for you every time he goes groceries shopping. Forcing his immoderate love for tea on you, which you found endearing.

Today, you were feeling quite tired. You would usually be reading a book, the local paper or something else to keep your hands busy. You would make a crochet work or a little thing to soften your discomfort and forget about the nausea mostly. But this afternoon, you felt numb and weary, you wiggled your feet covered in a lovely pastel colored socks, your eyes bounced between your toes and your son deeply immersed in his coloring activity.

Your little one was coloring in a book you got him to keep him busy during the holidays. Your eyes trailed your little boy's movements. You eye followed the colors filling the different shapes and forms. You were completely focused by a vivid blue color your kid was using to give life to a big iris flow when you felt something in your front. A strong, insisting pain, one you never felt in a long time caught you off-guard. You clutched the white plaid and debated internally if you should stand up or stay seated. The pain was awful, but it couldn't be the time yet, you were only five moths pregnant.

You were probably experiencing a false labor, you thought to yourself, remembering your first pregnancy.

The feeling weakened, only to intensify seconds after. You clutched the plaid some more, wiggling painfully your feet, trying your hardest not to alert your kid who didn't notice anything, and was still clearly focused on his work.

You tried to forget the pain, you counted slowly, then quickly to distract yourself. You tried counting the books on the shelves facing you, attempting in vain to divert your focus from what was going on inside your expecting body. You kept counting the books by their bindings, and the moment your eye was focused on the novel on the last row, you heard Levi getting in the house.

You heard the familiar rustling of the paper bags holding what was probably groceries. Without being able to control yourself, you jumped off the couch, almost bent in half, surprising your kid who finally turned around to see why you were moaning in pain and grunting.

"Mom ?

"It' okey baby, it's nothing, i just need to-"

In a vain attempt to make a feet in font of the other to get to Levi, you stopped panicking when you saw him already standing in the door frame, eyes wide and mouth agape. He soon realized what was going on and hurried to help you stand still on your two feet.

Your child looked both horrified and disoriented, not knowing what to do. He hurried to the kitchen, where you heard him pour you a glass of water that he brought back running. The act was sweet and caring. Even though it wasn't what you needed right now, you found the strength in you to pat his head and thank him, the gesture brought tears to your eyes.

Levi had a small smile tugging at his lips at your son's gesture. He was holding you and trying to make you sit back on the couch, trying his best to soothe you. Every one of his touches was full of affection, he was extremely caring when you were expecting a child, and you couldn't thank him enough for that.

"Levi, I think we should explain to him what's happening, he seems even more stressed out than me." you pointed out with a shy giggle.

"I know what's happening, Mom ! You're having a baby !"

You and Levi both froze at the comment, you didn't even know your child understood this kind of thing.

"Yes little one, we're going to have a baby but not right now" you said with a relieved and joyful laugh.

"Are you excited to be a big brother ?"

Your child shook his head frenetically up and down to confirm his excitement, looking at both you and Levi with incredibly big and hopeful eyes.

"You think you're okay ?" Levi asked, still a little worried about you.

"Yes, i think the pain is starting to lessen"

You caressed the growing bump under your dress lightly, while trying to maneuver yourself back on the couch. You looked at Levi who was trying to answer all the questions his son was asking about his new role as a big brother, promising to Levi to be the good and kind type, the one who will protect and love his younger sibling.

You smiled absent-mindedly, looking at the two most important persons in your life, whispering softly to the third one to come.

"We're waiting for you, our little joy"

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tojigasm · 2 years

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OKAY, I JUST READ ALL OF YOUR TOJI MASTER LIST AND I'M DEEPLY IN LOVE HOW YOU MAKE TOJI IN CHARACTER, ESPECIALLY IN A NSFW SITUATION. BUT HONESTLY, I'M WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO A HEADCANON OF THE READER DIAGNOSED WITH ADHD? I FEEL LIKE THOSE ARE RARE, ESPECIALLY WITH TOJI AS MY COMFORT CHARACTER. THAT WOULD BE GREAT — YOUR POSTS GIVE ME SO MUCH SEROTONIN AND I LOVE THAT, I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY. #DILFTOJISUPREMACY

Hi anon!! first off, I'm so happy to hear you enjoy my works and that you love them so much!! （。＾▽＾）and yes #dilftojisupremacy!! so for this request, i did a little research and reading on ADHD (as I'm not diagnosed) and just wanted this to be accurate as i could make it. That being said, if anything is wrong please let me know! <3 i hope you enjoy! :D

Cw: a little bit of frustration, comfort, pet names, fluff <3

↳ He's so patient with you, sometimes he'll be talking to you about whatever he's doing tomorrow and you swear you're paying attention until you realize you're thinking about why one of the pillows on the couch is a darker beige than the others and Toji's voice is faint as he calls your name before gently rubbing at your thigh.

↳ "Oh, sorry!" you'd smile sheepishly

↳ Toji only closes his eyes with a chuckle, shaking his head before continuing, "It's alright, sweetie."

↳ Sometimes you'll get really honed in on a task, spending nearly the entire day on a painting you'd started early that morning. Your balcony was covered in splattered paints of greens and pastel blues as you'd been painting and repainting and painting. you had a perfect envision of the beach near your house that you expected to create perfectly, it was already pictured in your mind, how hard could it be to get it on paper?

↳ it was very hard.

↳ Having started when the air was still cool and dewdrops rested along the chipped wood of your balcony, you'd begun to get a little frustrated and tired. The paints weren't coming out right and the picture in your head wasn't as clear as it was before you'd started.

↳ The air had begun to get cooler again as the sun quickly sank over the hill behind Toji's house and you, not even realizing how much time you'd spent on your painting, were still outside.

↳ Toji came home around 7pm when the sun had finally set and the sky was a pinkish grey that warmed the entry way to your house.

↳ "baby?" Toji called from the bottom of the stairs. Usually you'd be in the kitchen or living room and he'd be able to hear you from the door, but with the unnerving silence and your lack of response, he quickly made his way up the burgundy stairs and up to your shared bedroom.

↳ Once he'd opened the door he was immediately met with the chill from outside and the image of you sitting out on the balcony on your little beige knitted blanket and legs stuffed into the fabric of his hoodie you'd stolen.

↳ "Jesus Christ, kid." he grabbed at your arm, dragging you back inside to the warmth of the room and shutting the door to the outstretch, "Were you out there all day?"

↳ Suddenly you realized how long you'd actually been out there.

↳ You'd been so focused at the task at hand you'd forgotten to do anything else which quickly allowed the day to slip from you without realization.

↳ Toji must've realized what happened as his eyes settled on your distant expression. Pulling you into his arms he pressed a kiss to the top of your head as his arms ran and up down your cold arms, "C'mon, lets get some food in ya, how's that sound?"

↳ Sometimes you'll get frustrated when your mind gets a lil overwhelmed and you're juggling too many thoughts at once

↳ Toji and you were eating breakfast when he'd asked you what classes you needed to go to later.

↳ You were in the middle of answering when your mind began to sort of jumble up your thoughts.

↳ Everything was becoming a little too hard to navigate and you hadn't realized Toji had stopped talking until his hand came to lay down on top of yours.

↳ "You feelin' okay, sweetie?"

↳ You'd kinda shy away for a second, mind still kinda jumbled before Toji continued

↳ "Head feel a lil' stuffy?" his thumb strokes the soft of your hand gently

↳ you nodded and Toji smiled at you warmly

↳ "That's okay, just take your time."

↳ he helps you plan things all the time <33 (like literally has three different notebooks and calendars and he lets you decorate them :))

↳ if you get frustrated over not being able to focus or you're just stressed, he'll pull you into his arms and just give you the biggest hug while running soft circles over your back and pressing soft kisses to your temple while whispering how much he loves you <333

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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tainted innocence.

| bucky x reader x Loki | smut |

anon requested. you can’t decide between bucky and Loki so you get both

cw: polyamory, teasing, slightly dubcon, light somnophilia (consensual), dp

a/n: this is from my last round of requests, I just didn’t have any inspiration for this one until now

Bucky heard you. The two of you had been in a relationship for a couple of years, and you were steady and strong.

Bucky was awake one night, reading next to you in bed and watching you sleep, your arms tucked under your head, making you look entirely innocent.

His attention was torn from the novel when you began to squirm, squeezing your eyes shut tighter and pulling your lip between your teeth. He said your name, and you didn’t react, alerting him that you were still very much asleep, only dreaming. A moan escaped your soft lips, and your hips rutted against nothing, causing Bucky to smirk when he realized you were having a wet dream.

Bucky set the novel aside, flipping the lamp off and settling down beside you in bed. Your little moans were turning him on, and he watched the way that your thighs squeezed together around nothing.

He pulled the blankets down, a sharp pang shooting straight to his dick when he saw the wet spot that had soaked onto your little pastel pajama shorts, hugged tight to your sex as you dripped from arousal. He couldn’t stop himself then, he peeled down your shorts, managing not to wake you up. His warm fingers started to trace through your folds, lightly circling over your clit before pushing inside of you, shoving two fingers into your tight cunt.

“Loki,” you moaned, shocking Bucky as you called the name of your friend, the sexy god of mischief that you’d secretly harbored fantasies about.

Bucky stilled for a moment, confused by his arousal of hearing you call the god’s name. It wasn’t a secret, Loki was hot, and the both of you had definitely let your thoughts wander to inappropriate places. You were both attracted to him, but you two had never entertained the possibility of anything more than just a dirty fantasy.

But he was hard from hearing you call Loki’s name, and he rubbed your clit faster, pumping both of his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, trying to rush you toward an orgasm.

You cried out as your thighs trembled, your eyes slowly opening as you came to consciousness, woken up by the intensity of your orgasm. You didn’t startle as you realized Bucky’s fingers were still inside of you, dragging out your pleasure and overstimulating you just enough.

You dragged him into a messy kiss, moving to straddle his hips as you tugged his boxers down.

“Let me return the favor.”

Bucky laid back, letting you ride him and decided not to broach the topic of your dreams, not wanting to shift the mood.

“Can I talk to you?” Bucky asked Loki, leaning in the doorway to the library.

“Certainly.”

Loki stood, ushering Bucky to a table near one of the large windows in the tower.

“Y/N was moaning your name last night during a sex dream,” Bucky stated, deciding to get straight to the point.

Loki couldn’t keep the deviant smirk off of his face, and he leaned back, studying the soldier.

“And? You’re jealous?”

“No, actually,” Bucky said truthfully, surprising the god.

“I haven’t spoken to her yet, but I wanted to ask you if you’d be interested in joining us for a threesome. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it before.”

Loki sat up, staring into the silver gaze of the soldier, searching for any doubt or humor. There was none. Bucky was entirely serious.

“Yes. I mean, yes, if she is comfortable with it.”

“She will be.”

“Hey you. Come here,” Bucky called to you, sitting on the edge of your shared bed.

You smiled, going to stand between his legs, your arms gently draping around his neck. He was stunned by how pretty you were, looking innocent and beautiful in a short little dress, and smiling at him with admiration in your eyes.

“Give me a kiss.”

You were happy to oblige the soldier, tenderly pressing your lips against his. Bucky almost felt as though he should stop what was about to happen. He hadn’t included you on the plan, but he was certain of your willingness to go along with it once you did realize what was going on. However, he was also prepared to stop at the slightest sight of apprehension.

“I love you, James.”

“I love you, babydoll,” he answered, sliding his hands up the backs of your thighs, cupping and squeezing your ass under your dress. The action had warmth spreading through your skin, making you shiver. Bucky loved your sweet, innocent little reactions to being touched, even after years of your relationship.

Bucky wanted nothing more than to taint your innocence.

“What a sweet little pet name,” another voice came from behind you.

Before you could turn, cold, fair fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently. Loki’s body was against your back, caging you with his strong form. his other hand went to the hem of your skirt, playing with it mindlessly.

“You look so pretty in this dress,” His breath was hot against your neck.

You didn’t know what was happening. You looked to Bucky, startled by his lack of reaction to Loki touching you this way. Embarrassment flooded you as Bucky felt you squeeze your thighs together, needing friction from being touched by Loki.

“I know what you were dreaming about, doll. I heard you calling out to your god.”

Hearing Bucky say it out loud had shame coursing through you, settling in a damp pool in your panties. Your hand came to rest over Loki’s on your throat, your whimper abruptly silencing as he squeezed your neck.

“Do you fantasize about me, darling? Tell me what you dream of me doing to you,” Loki’s voice was soft, but his tone was commanding, leaving no room for anything other than obedience.

Your mind was spinning, and your knees were weak. You looked at Bucky, waiting for some kind of permission. Your hand was still resting on his shoulder, and you realized you were gripping him, holding tight to the place where his skin met vibranium.

He nodded at you, silently telling you it was okay to give in. Really, he wanted to see Loki ravish you as much as you wanted to feel it. A quiet gasp caught in your throat as Loki leaned down and kissed the soldier, their tongues sliding together in an open-mouthed kiss that looked like something from a porn film.

Bucky’s fingers slid over your panties, rubbing you through the fabric as you watched them make out, the sight making arousal drip down your thighs and smear between your kiss, soaking Bucky’s fingers.

“Answer Loki, doll,” Bucky encouraged you.

“I was... I was thinking about you fucking me, and...” you stammered, hardly able to speak.

“And what, darling?” His voice was smooth and deep, his lips ghosting along your cheek as he spoke softly. He was so gentle it felt like the trap of a predator, luring you in.

“And coming all over my chest and face,” you confessed shamefully, your skin burning as Bucky’s eyes bore into you, the silver almost entirely eclipsed by black.

He was painfully hard from hearing such filth come from your lips, and from the effect Loki was having on him as well. He suddenly found himself overcome with the desire to see the god absolutely ruin you.

“Please,” you begged, looking up at the god.

He smiled down at you gently, pressing a kiss against your lips, being soft before he intended to absolutely ravish you. He broke away from your mouth, his fingers moving to the zipper on your dress. He slid it down your spine, and your hands went to Bucky’s forearms, now that Loki was no longer holding you up.

“You’re weak at the knees and we’ve barely touched you, doll,” Bucky teased, enjoying the shy embarrassment he pulled from you.

They slipped the dress from your body, and Bucky couldn’t keep himself from teasing you further.

“Oh, baby you’ve made a mess and ruined your panties,” he pretended to sound disappointed, earning a mortified whimper from you.

“Bucky-” you whined, shying back from his touch, your body melting back into Loki’s chest.

“And no bra under your dress? Naughty girl, you’re just begging to be touched, aren’t you?” Loki joined in Bucky’s teasing, his hands moving up to cup your breasts, gently toying with your sensitive nipples. Your lips parted in a moan, unable to stop the noise from slipping out.

“Don’t be shy, doll.”

Bucky peeled the cotton down your legs, helping you step out of it so you were bare before the two. Loki’s clothes vanished in a buzzing shimmer of green, his body cool and solid against yours. Bucky stood, taking his hands off of you and stripping as Loki hauled you onto the bed.

Your heart was racing in your chest as you looked up at the god, your mind spinning in anticipation. He parted your legs, kneeling between them and dropping a hand to your swollen sex. He rubbed and teased your clit as he pushed inside of you, forcing you to stretch around his impressive size. He was bigger than Bucky, built like an Asgardian, which came with its perks.

Your scream had Bucky twitching in his hand as he jerked himself off, watching Loki’s cock disappear inside of your shaking body.

One of Loki’s hands pinned your wrist down, the other down between your body as his hips snapped into yours. Your knees were over his shoulders, allowing him deep inside of you, making your belly distend from the sheer size of him.

“Loki!” You cried, arching your back and flexing your fingers as pleasure coursed through you.

“I want you to come for me, darling,” Loki spoke before licking up your neck, catching your mouth in a fiery kiss. Your screams were muffled by his tongue as you shuddered, pulsing around him. Your orgasm was powerful, causing you to squirt all over his abdomen.

“Holy fuck,” Bucky swore, aroused by the sight of Loki fucking you into ecstasy.

Loki thrusted into you a few more times before pulling out, releasing in white ribbons across your chest and face, ruining your pretty appearance.

You mewled softly, squeezing your eyes shut and opening your mouth, tasting some of his come. Loki watched you in stunned admiration, kissing you and giving you soft praises. You blinked your eyes open, gazing at him shyly.

“You didn’t think we were done with you, did we?” Bucky asked, pulling you up to your knees.

You said nothing, pouting your lips for a kiss from your boyfriend. He softened, kissing you sweetly, not caring about what a mess Loki had made of you.

“Do you think you can take both of us?” Bucky asked, cleaning your face.

“Yes,” you breathed, nodding even though you were already tired.

He pushed your legs apart and slipped inside of you, filling you up with familiarity.

“Just relax, I’ll go slow,” Loki spoke quietly, kneeling behind you.

Your small whimpers encouraged him, and you pulled on Bucky’s hair as Loki carefully pushed into your ass. You’d never felt so full, and it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

Bucky’s lips smashed against yours as the two slowly thrusted into you in opposite rhythms. Loki’s arm snaked around your waist, holding you up as your body collapsed under the stimulation.

“Oh my god, fuck me, fuck me, please,” you wept, tears sliding down your cheeks.

You were overstimulated, exhausted, and fucked raw but you still craved more, begging the two for another orgasm. Bucky’s mouth went to your tits, and Loki made out with you lazily as they fucked you deep and intensely.

“I’m close,” you warned them, your muscles tightening as the pressure built between your hips.

“It’s okay, let go,” Bucky thrusted a bit harder, and soon you were falling apart in their arms, overwhelmed with pleasure.

You struggled to keep your eyes open as you came down from your high, all of your nerves sparking. They laid you down, gently helping clean you up. You slipped into one of Bucky’s button-downs, the white, crisp fabric cool against your skin.

Loki vanished, leaving you alone with Bucky. You snuggled into his side on the bed, resting your head against his chest.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, never,” Bucky swore, kissing you softly.

You smiled, giggling as he kissed all over your face.

“I prefer you, you know. But experimenting is fun... And I thought it was kind of hot to see him touch you,” you admitted shyly.

Bucky pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you.

“Tell me when you have fantasies, so we can explore them together. Sound okay?”

“Sounds great,” you answered, kissing him.

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straighttohellbuddy · 3 years

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warmth {c!Technoblade}

Anon said: what about soft domestic mornings with techno? sleepy back hugs and tea and cooking breakfast the way you know they like

Summary: The morning is cold, but bed is warm, Techno is warm. You don't want to get up. So you don't.

A/N: 1098 words. so unbelievably fluffy and soft. this is such a comfort fic and also im just genuinely cold rn and would like this. sappy as fuck, yo. not sure if it's good but it exists.

Citrus Scale: 🧡 ORANGE 🧡

Breathe deep. The snow outside has settled, is light and fluffy and untrampled beyond your windows, glittering beneath the morning sunlight. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves of the trees in the light. You hear the faint shuffling of Edward downstairs, or perhaps some of the hounds scampering around their space next door, but the day outside your window is calm. They're closed, the windows that is, the glass easily staving off the chilly air outside, the fire that's now embers having kept you warm through the night. Well, that and the humanoid furnace at your side.

He's still asleep. Like this, he looks gentle, face soft while the world only knew it to be focused and determined; he looks content like this. The sunlight paints him in pastels, a good look, not that he'd ever agree, while the light catches on some of the hair that's fallen from the lose braid it had been in during the night, creating shadows across his cheeks.

Perhaps you could add another log to the fire, or make some food, or check on your various creature companions, but this room, this moment, is a warm haze that you feel to safe in to leave. You settle back against your pillows, smiling to yourself as you reach out with a careful hand, brushing the hair from his cheek. He's so warm, and you pause, holding his cheek gently; he makes a quiet noise of acknowledgement, and he reaches out for you, hand on your hip, pulling you closer. His eyes aren't even open, but his brow has furrowed somewhat, like he's concentrating. Letting yourself be pulled closer, you hum in quiet greeting, knees knocking his, on your side; you're close enough that you're practically on his pillow too, forehead against his.

No words; the affectionate rumble you can feel in his chest warms your soul. He presses a kiss to your nose, and you, with your hand still gentle on his cheek, tilt his face for your lips to meet his.

And he's smiling, eyes still closed; his hand on your hip has moved to ghost up your back, to pull you closer, fingertips trailing warmth up your spine. Legs entangled beneath the blankets, you murmur good morning against his lips. His smile gets wider, face scrunching up as he groans, tries to deny it.

"Not a good morning?" You ask, tone teasing as you move your hand from his cheek to card your fingers through his hair. In response, he huffs a laugh, curling up against you, face pressed against your collar, pulling you as close as he can.

"Not morning," he clarifies, "not yet." Stay here, you hear what he doesn't say, don't move, don't leave. So you don't; you fit against him like it's where you were made to be, you press a kiss to the top of his head, and gives an content sigh.

"Okay," you breathe, before succumbing to a large yawn. The movement jostles him somewhat, but his only response is to press a kiss to your chest. So you close your eyes, wrapped up in the warmth of the moment, in the warmth of him, and let yourself drift back off.

When you awaken once more, the sun is far higher in the sky. Small animals have left evidence of their adventures through the snow outside, and you find yourself at a strange, almost right angle. Twisting, the first thing you become aware of is how the comforting feeling of having your hair playing with suddenly ceases with your movement.

"No, wait, I didn't say stop," are the first words out of your mouth before you're even fully aware of your surroundings, and you pause in your wriggling, waiting. When you hear Techno laugh, soft and endeared, only to resume the absentminded way he's been carding his fingers through your hair, you give a pleased little hum, now only moving to tuck yourself closer to him.

You're head's in his lap, his thighs as your pillow, and you wrap an arm securely around his hips. Across the room, you can hear the fire crackling away - you feel like you would have woken up if he'd gotten out of bed to add a log, but evidently not. After a few moments of silence, you hear the turning of a book's page.

The sun is warm on your back. You could probably fall back asleep like this, let this day be a write-off, no plans, no goals, only to bask in the comforting reality you'd found yourself in.

Time stretches out in the silence, the world like warm honey, you don't want to move.

When Techno moves, you can feel it, and you angle your head up enough to watch him carefully place his book down and pick up a cup.

"When did you make coffee?" You asked, befuddled; had you really been sleeping that deeply not to notice him leave for long enough to make himself a whole drink? So you wriggle a bit more, enough to look up at him, the angle unflattering, not that you cared, simply delighted to see the way he smiled down at you. There's something amused at the corner of his lips, something more than just the fondness in his eyes.

"Would you like some?" He asks instead, and your lips press into a thin line as you contemplate whether or not you want to get up. Nowhere would feel as warm as right here, right now.

"I should get up, make myself some," though it's clear your heart's not in it. Yawning again, you squeeze him tightly, before you start to right yourself. For a moment, you catch disappointment as it flashes across his face, right as his hand moves from your hair. He needn't be so worried, however, as you sit yourself beside him, fitting yourself into the space by his side, manoeuvring his arm around you so you could rest your head against his.

Leaning into him, you take the mug from his hands, coffee inside still warm, and you turn, pressing your nose against his cheek in an affectionate gesture as he picks his book back up. He's wearing a pleased smile, the arm around your shoulders holding you secure as he opens back up to the page he'd been at.

"What 're you reading?" You ask, cradling his cup to your chest. He knows you well enough to know what you're really asking, however, as with your free hand you pull the duvet further up you both to get more comfortable, and he begins to read out loud.

#technoblade x reader #techno imagine #technoblade imagine #techno x reader #technoblade #technoblade dsmp #techno dsmp #cyltlanp #shut ur pretty mouth #Spotify

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ghostdrafts · 2 years

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Hi, this is for Encanto:

🌹Abuela/Alma

💐Isabela

🌷Bruno and Mirabel

🌸Delores

🌺Luisa

🏵Antonio

🌻Bruno (besides his rat children obvs.)

🌼Julietta

🌱Pepa and Felix

🍃Agustin

🍀Abuela

🌈 Camilio

⚡Bruno and Mirabel

⭐The entire Madrigal Family, or whomever you wanna do is fine with me

Oh gosh, hi anon! This was so much fun to write! Thanks for sending this in :) i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it 🌹- how they take their ice cream Abuela - Alma is a very complex woman with a particular taste for things, but her favorite flavor is alphonso mango ice cream. The kind that you can only seem to find in booths at street fairs. She remembers that it was the kind Pedro got the night they met

💐- favorite scents Isabela - You would think that her favorite scent would be roses or maybe lavender, but the truth is, she gets a little tired of that sometimes. Flowers smell nice, sure. But her favorite smell is actually Juileta's apple empanadas. Crisp, sweet, warm. The night after her ceremony, she'd locked herself away and eaten at least half a dozen of them while she cried under the pressure that came crushing down on her with the expectation of perfect. Ever since then, she's latched onto that comfort and it's a favorite of hers.

🌷- what they do to relax Bruno - Bruno is very easily overwhelmed by other people, so his ideal form of relaxation is a quiet evening. A lot of people think that his visions only come with the rituals, but that's unfortunately just not the case. He's learned how to control them a lot better, and more often than not, they're scattered, rapid fired, but suppressing them as much as he does causes headaches that are pretty much constant until they're unbearable and cause sudden episodes where he can't just shut them out anymore. It'll push him to isolate a little, which might not be the healthiest coping mechanism, but it helps him regroup and recuperate without having to worry about upsetting/hurting other people. So, he'll hideout to deal with it on his own, but he's learned a better sense of self care, so when he's coming down in the aftermath of it all, he'll have a bubble bath and a glass of wine while he watches his favorite telenovelas. Mirabel - She likes to sew! There are a couple of different reasons this helps her relax. Growing up, presumably without a gift, it felt like there weren't many ways she could contribute to the people around her, often brushed aside by others, but she learned to create something beautiful with her own two hands! It gives her something to focus her energy into, and feel like she's actually doing something worth while, with the added bonus of being able to gift something nice to the people she cares about! Every single person in the family and even a couple of kids around the town have something she personalized with a needle and thread for them. It's all made with love and it makes her heart swell with so much pride and joy when she sees them wearing it/carrying it with them.

🌸- how they decorate Dolores - Dolores likes soft colors! Sometimes with her enhanced hearing, it feels like all of her senses just go haywire with everything going on around her, it's nice to be surrounded by something not so overwhelming. She likes pastel shades that kind of make her bedroom look like a cozy little dreamland and as time goes on, powder blue becomes her favorite, because she likes the way it looks on Mariano. She likes the way he writes poems about the sky and the ocean, how taken he is by wanderlust at a little thing like that and she falls in love with a color, the same way she fell in love with him. She'd incorporate it more and more into her decorating and she loves anything soft! Stuffed animals, blankets, pillows. She surrounds herself with it.

🌺- creative outlets Luisa - Music. She can carry a piano, but what most people don't know is that she can play the hell out of one too. When she was younger, Augustin would hold her in his lap while he played a melody, and let her little hands sit on top of his, dancing over each key. Sometimes, she'd fall asleep there, other's she'd try to keep up and press notes of her own, making for a slightly chaotic, out of tune duet that was their own special song. Sometimes, Augustin will hit random notes and smile, because it reminds him of Luisa learning and growing the same affinity as him. She loves music. Whether it's playing or hearing it and she gets it from her father. Luisa is a daddy's girl.

🏵️- favorite animal (s) Antonio - His favorite animal is a jaguar! This didn't just start when Parce came along and became the best companion he could ever ask for, but it started a little over a year before he got his gift. He always loved animals, had an affinity for anything with fur. Anything that swam or slithered, everything in between. You name it! But during one of the towns many gatherings and street fairs, he got his face painted like one and absolutely fell in love with them! It was actually Camilo that noticed it before anyone else and got him the first book about Wild Cats In the Rainforest that he could find, and it jumpstarted something incredible. He's gotten many more books, probably with better pictures and cooler facts, but he keeps the one his brother gave him and it's his favorite. Camilo never admits to the way it tugs his heart strings every time he sees Antonio reading it for the billionth time, as if he didn't already have the freaking thing memorized.

🌻- if they have pets Bruno - While he does have his rat children (yes, they have names and yes, he can tell them apart) he actually feeds stray cats around the town. He knows what it's like to not belong anywhere and to fend for yourself, but he also knows how much just the littlest bit of kindness can go, how profound and meaningful it is to have somebody show they care for you, so he becomes that person for all the local strays. Most of them are half feral, but they grow to trust him and they have no problem just climbing straight into his lap and purring. He has a habit of snagging the food Juileta makes, because he wants his feline friends to be happy and healthy!

🌼- habits Juileta - Midnight snacks. She spends all of her time cooking for other people. Family meals, snacks, remedies, catering the town that seems to have new ailments and injuries popping up around every corner, and don't get her wrong. She loves cooking, she loves helping people and knowing that she makes a difference to take care of others around her, but sometimes all that cooking gets exhausting and even when she's surrounded by food, she'll forget to eat for an entire day, until she's left restless with a growling stomach late at night. She won't cook. When I say midnight snack, I mean standing at the fridge in cryptid-like lighting, all dark and casting shadows, eating mozzarella cheese by the handful.

🌱- ideal trip Pepa & Felix - Somewhere sunny, Felix will always suggest a beach to see his missus rocking up in a swimsuit. Mi vita, mírate tan hermosa! They would be out of their minds if they went without the kids, worrying every five seconds, and wondering if they're alright. Pepa risks a category four hurricane at one point because she remembered that she didn't make sure everyone else knew to make the animal noises with Antonio's bedtime story (Camilo knows and absolutely blew it out of the water with all of his impressions- when they get back, Antonio asks Pepa if Camilo can keep tucking him in at night) but after about an hour in the sand, they'd be so deep in the R&R (romance and relaxation, that is). They'd be that couple with matching beach bum shirts, hitting the endless drink and dancing at sunset.

🍃- favorite season Augustin - Oh boy. He'd never give you a clear answer, because the obvious answer is summer, but the fact is that he's allergic to bees. He loves bees! But bees don't love him. He loves to see life thrive and feel the sun on his skin, he loves the way it glimmers in Juileta's eyes, and hearing the kids laugh as they run around late into the evening, when it's still light outside. Summer just feels... magical. And trust him, he knows what being surrounded by magic feels like. On the flip side of that, he loves fall! Crunchy leaves, warm drinks, quiet evenings playing piano and the more chaotic ones spent carving pumpkins and telling scary stories! (Felix tells the best ones, he nearly gave Camilo a heart attack once- and you bet your ass the poor boy didn't sleep that night). The truth is that he can find beauty in everything around him and he can fall in love with every season, as long as he has his family to spend it with him, but those two always seem to hold the most special memories.

🍀- collections Abuela - I'm going to keep this one short and sweet, because I feel like it goes without saying that she collects butterflies. The thing that nobody knows is that her favorite out of the entire collection is actually a callophrys rubi acrylic charm Bruno had given her when he was eight. She kept it in her nightstand for many years, and when he disappeared, she placed it close to the candle. She would pray over it every single night and hope that their encanto would be able to grant her son one more miracle and keep him alive, not knowing where he would go or where he would end up. Bruno cried for about three hours when he came back and realized she'd kept it all these years.

🌈- sexuality/gender Camilo - Camilo is driven by how deeply he cares about the people that he loves and those connections are more profound than anything else, so I feel like he'd be demisexual. He wouldn't be the kind to jump straight into a relationship with somebody, or even develop a crush out of the blue. He can acknowledge when somebody is attractive (there are days he'll carry certain traits/features off of other people- straighter smile, smaller nose, different hair, etc., just because he feels out of place in his own skin and he thinks other people look better than him) but anything dipping into romance would come after months or even years of friendship and nothing will truly develop without that connection. When he falls in love though, he'd never stop and he'd love you unconditionally. He/they.

⚡- hobbies Bruno - Rat Boy is a thespian! He did always used to say that his real gift was "acting", and true to his word, a hobby of his was always creating and performing skits! Since he's come back though, him and Camilo work together. He writes and directs, Camilo performs each character. Together they make the family laugh, cry, shock and awe. Especially Dolores who could overhear everything the whole time and got way too invested in Bruno's telenovelas over the years in the walls! Their love could never be- she was his WHAT? More than writing plays however, Bruno just genuinely likes to write. But at least with the makeshift plays, it’s more quality time with his nephews and nieces and that becomes his favorite hobby. Mirabel - Again, short and sweet. But sewing is her thing! She likes to stitch and embroider, tailor and personalize, give sweet little touches to little every day things, because that's her own way of spreading the magic. Even if it is just the way Camilo's eyes light up when he notices the chameleon sewn into his ruana.

⭐- misc headcanons Any - It was Bruno, whose blessing Augustin asked for to marry Juileta. He was the first of the triplets Augustin befriended when they were young, and he was probably Bruno's first and only real friend. For a clumsy, golden retriever at heart, we all know that Augustin is fiercely protective over the people that he cares about, and he stood between Bruno and his bullies quite often. It was actually how they met. He couldn't stand idly by and see the youngest of the three Madrigal counterparts being tormented so relentlessly for a gift he never even asked for. It was because of his time with Bruno that he met the love of his life in the first place and for that, he'll be eternally grateful toward him. So, of course. When he's ready to pop the big question, it's his dear friend who he seeks the blessing of more than anyone else. He would pay his respects to Alma, but it's Bruno's thoughts that he really cares about.

#Encanto #Camilo Madrigal #Mirabel Madrigal #Luisa Madrigal #Dolores Madrigal #Isabela Madrigal #Augustin Madrigal #Pepa Madrigal #Felix Madrigal #Madrigal Family #Ask Game #Request #Headcanon #Bruno Madrigal #Madrigals #Encanto headcanon #Imagine

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hispipsqueak · 3 years

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Permission to request Kyoutani, Tsukishima, Matsunkawa, and/or Sakusa (Basically the guys that give off dark aesthetic vibes) with a s/o (or girlfriend) who’s a small little innocent ball of sunshine with a pastel kawaii aesthetic? Please and thank you if you do it 🥺👉👈

ANON THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!

now i'm soft. I hope you like these <3 Thanks so much for the request bby!

Everyone is 18+ and these are pretty sfw (minor drug mention and language) Reader is GN.

Tsukishima

Tsukishima will not admit how cute he finds you, though his phone is full of pictures of you and he thinks you are the most adorable creature on the planet. I mean this guy hangs out with Yamaguchi and loves strawberry shortcake. He clearly has a soft spot for rays of sunshine.

No one can believe that you two are dating because how can you withstand that much salt? The entire Karasuno team (Coach Ukai included) rarely see Tsukishima excited about...anything and though Tsukishima isn’t a different person, he won’t tease you as relentlessly as he does anyone else.

He teases you but also is HELLA protective. Noya and Tanaka get too flirty for his liking one day and somehow a volleyball ends up whacking Tanaka in the back of the head. Will never admit he’s jealous though.

Will not let you put clips in his hair, but he has a box in his night stand of your extra clips, scrunchies, accessories. Says it’s because you’ll complain about losing them, but he secretly likes having it there.

Also he has a picture of you in his phone case, with a strawberry sticker. He told everyone you put it there (but it was him.)

Favorite activities with you: cafe dates and library dates! (Ghibli museum date?!?)

Name in his phone: Brat 🙄🧡

Matsukawa

Matsukawa just looks intimidating, but at his core, he’s pretty lovable. Definitely the most touchy out of these four. Hands on your hips, your shoulders, resting his head on your shoulder...he just likes to be near you.

Probably also the most likely to match with you as well. MATSUKAWA IN THESE WITH YOU. I get mad stoner vibes from him, so if that’s your cup of tea, he’s all about it. Will also let you paint his nails. He’s a whole ass mood.

He loves the way you dress, thinks it’s cool how you have such an iconic style. Walks into the gym with his arm around you, proud as fuck that you are his s/o. Sometimes the opposing team will think he’s soft and then he dominates them at volleyball, and goes for a congratulatory kiss to his sweetheart, while flipping them off.

Also the king of selfies. You basically take up his entire Instagram now, and he has those little photobooth photos on his mirror.

MATCHING KIGURUMIS!!!

Favorite Activities: Carnival dates and picnics. Will make bets on how much cotton candy he can eat, so watch out.

Name in his phone: Baby girl/boy💖🥰

Sakusa

Sakusa isn’t the most...affectionate man, but he cares for you a whole lot. He definitely spoils you with plushies, charms, bags, etc. He’s not much for being matchy matchy with you but he does have a My Melody charm on his bag and a Sanrio face mask.

The best thing about Sakusa is how much he values your interests. He doesn’t just look at you as his adorable s/o, but he knows which characters you love, your favorite movies, and why you love them. Because of this, I definitely can see him having stuff that reminds him of you in his room (where it’s safe and contained). A picture of the two of you, a plush of your favorite animal, maybe a throw blanket you like to use at his place.

Sakusa doesn’t like a lot of things, but he loves you and seeing you smile so he tries his best. He has the vibe like "this is my human and they are mine."

He really likes Katamari. He's not a massive gamer but something about the whole Katamari vibe has him intrigued.

Favorite activities: He’s not the most social guy, so I can definitely see him stargazing with you.

Name in phone: Y/N🤍

Kyoutani

This man has a permanent scowl on his face and you look like a human cupcake. His arm is always around your shoulders and as you chat absentmindedly about your day, he is on the watch to make sure everyone knows you’re his.

The great thing about Kyoutani is he just does not give a fuck. He shows up in his big boots, dark clothing...and a pastel charm bracelet that matches yours. Pulls out his wallet and it’s a light lavender with a picture of you two in it. He dares someone to say something, but since no one has a death wish, they stay silent.

Kyoutani is also super old fashioned. He may look scary, but he’s a gentleman. Opens doors for you, walks on the street side of the sidewalk, pays for dinners. (This is for both genders, he just feels like he should be the “responsible” one). Not because he thinks you can’t take care of yourself, but because it makes him feel good to take care of his s/o.

Also super into Aggretsuko. He gets her.

Favorite activities: Ghibli movie nights (he really digs the soot sprites) and concerts! He is the scariest guy there, so you usually get right to the front of the stage.

Name in phone: Babe🖤

#pip asks #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #hq hc #tsukishima hc #kyoutani headcanons #matsukawa hcs #sakusa hc #tsukishima kei #kyoutani kentarou #matsukawa issei #sakusa kiyoomi

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animeomegas · 3 years

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Omega!Kaidou Headcanons

Anon: Ooooh can you do omega kaido hcs?

(Aww, I love Kaidou, he is baby. I just finished all my uni work for the week so I jumped to write this! Enjoy!)

Warnings: N-sfw under cut, mpreg, talk of insecurities.

General:

Kaidou is quite an insecure omega. Especially as a teenager.

Honestly, he has probably tried to masquerade as a beta before, and wished many times that he was an alpha like his younger brother and sister.

A lot of his façade as the ‘Jet Black Wings’ is a defence mechanism because of his insecurities and him being an omega fuels that.

Kaidou can be wary around alphas he doesn’t know, so it’s likely that you were friends first and romantic a long time afterwards.

When you are finally mates/almost mates, you see a completely different side to Kaidou.

He is incredibly touch starved. He loves cuddles and pets. He’ll take any affection you dish out. He especially loves resting his head on your lap or on your shoulder.

Kaidou wants to be an author when he’s older, and he has never had anyone support his dream. When you offer your support for him, he falls in love with you right then and there. That’s when he knew he wanted you to be his alpha.

His scent is light and flowery, with a hint of citrus.

Kaidou purrs a lot without realising and it always embarrasses him when you point it out. He purrs everytime you scent him, croon, cuddle him, etc.

Kaidou is a very sweet omega who is a dedicated and loving mate and parent.

Nesting:

As a teenager, Kaidou never gets to the point where he likes his nest.

He wants a super cool nest! A combo between a ‘secret lair’ style and a ‘pinterest’ style nest.

He wants a room dedicated to his nest, preferably with a hidden entrance. He wants a super powerful colour scheme with cool posters but he also wants fairy lights and pastel blankets.

Kaidou has lots of cuddly toys but he gets embarrassed about it and won’t admit it.

In fact, cuddly toys are his favourite courting gifts to receive, but he will always pretend that he think toys are for little kids, but you can see how tightly he cradles the toy, and if you scent the teddy first, you can even hear him purring.

As an adult, Kaidou really wants his dream nest, but he feels guilty spending so much money on it. It’s up to his alpha to encourage him.

When he has pups, they think his nest is the coolest thing ever, and they tell all the other kids at school because it has a hidden door! And beanbags! And a mini fridge! And it’s way better than your omega parent’s nest!!

Kaidou is very protective of his nest. He only lets you and his pups inside. No one else. He doesn’t even like when someone figures out where it is in his home.

This causes some conflict because he would love to give birth in his nest, but he would never be able to invite a midwife or doctor inside.

You clutched a small bat plushie in you hands as you walked into your classroom. You had bought it for Kaidou on a whim yesterday on your way home from school. This was hardly the first time you had given him a courting gift, but this was the first one that had your scent on it.

“Holy shit.” You whispered to yourself. “You can do this, don’t be nervous.”

You saw Kaidou immediately. He was sitting on top of his desk, chatting with Hairo and Nendou. You huffed. You would have preferred him to be alone but you guess that couldn’t be helped now.

“Hey, Shun...” You started, awkwardly sliding up beside him.

He startled slightly, a blush settling on his cheeks.

“Oh! Hey... Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I, um.” You pulled the bat toy out of your pocket, shoving it vaguely in his direction. “This is for you.”

Kaidou gently took it from your hands, eyes wide. He turned it over, running a finger over the fake fangs. You saw the moment he realised you had scented it. He looked up at you in shock before turning and sniffing absentmindedly at the toy, purrs beginning to sneak out.

You puffed up in pride. Watching your intended mate accept and enjoy your gift with such fervour filled your heart with joy.

“HA HA!” Interrupted Nedou. “Kaidou’s purring!”

The purrs stopped immediately, Kaidou turned bright red, shoving the toy into his bag.

“I AM NOT! Shut up!”

The two began to bicker, Nedou laughing over Kaidou’s agressive denial.

You were vaguely embarrassed that Kaidou’s friends had seen you give him a courting gift, but mostly you were pleased by his acceptance of your first serious courting gift. Giving someone your scent to put in their nest was a big deal after all.

Family + pups

When you decide to court Kaidou, he will try and keep you as far away from his mother as he can. Unfortunately, this doesn’t last long, because his mother just orders him to bring you over and he can’t say no to his terrifying alpha mother.

Kaidou is unbelievably nervous throughout the whole meeting. He knows his mother will order him to end the courtship if she doesn’t approve.

His mother’s opinion depends a lot of how well spoken, intelligent and ambitious Kaidou’s intended alpha is.

If you have good grades, can match her successfully in conversation, and are preparing to apply to a good university, she will adore you.

(it’s best just to lie if you aren’t those things).

Kaidou’s mother is a very hands on grandparent when the time comes. She always take your pup(s) when Kaidou is in heat and you in rut. She also helps pay for tutors and arranges academic help for all her grandchildren.

Kaidou wants at least one pup but no more than three pups.

He is such a sweet parent.

He never, ever makes fun of his pups. He always treats their problems seriously and loves them for who they are.

He’s the kind of parent who jumps at the opportunity to support his kids hobbies. Writing, martial arts, painting, cooking, whatever they love, he makes sure they can do it.

Kaidou makes an excellent stay-at-home parent. He loves spending time with his pup(s) and working on writing the book he wants to write.

Family cuddles are a scheduled weekly event. He is distraught if, when his pups get older, they don’t partake in the family cuddles every week.

It took Kaidou quite a few tries to get pregnant, and he ended up getting very stressed about it, thinking something was wrong with him. Luckily, it eventually happened for you both.

When he was pregnant, Kaidou didn’t have many symptoms, but he was very tired and hungry all the time.

He needed help to do most things because he was so tired, but he felt like a burden, so didn’t ask for help. This changes in his second pregnancy (if he has one). He needs to have help with your other pup(s) when he’s pregnant because he’s too tired to look after them fulltime.

It would make more sense for you to wait until your first pup was in school before trying for a second one, just to take the pressure off of Kaidou somewhat.

The night’s peace was broken by a tentative knock at your bedroom door. You startled slightly, starting to sit up, Kaidou also stirring in your arms. The door handle turned slowly, the silhouette of you oldest son was revealed, along with the quiet sound of sniffling.

Before you could even process what you were seeing, Kaidou had yanked himself out of your arms and thrown himself towards your crying pup.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Kaidou panicked, hands flitting over your pup as if to check for injuries.

“Nightmare.” Your pup whined, beginning to sob and he held his arms out for a hug.

Kaidou whined with him, quickly and firmly pulling him into his embrace. Kaidou then stood up, cradling your pup in his arms, rocking him back and forth.

“Why don’t you sleep with us tonight, pup?” You said, voice still heavy with sleep, gesturing for Kaidou to get back into bed. It was freezing after all.

Kaidou didn’t need any more prompting and slipped back under the covers you were holding up for him. As he settled down, your pup quickly grabbed at your shirt, holding it tightly in his fist. You brushed your hand over his tiny one before settling your hand on his back, rubbing up and down to help soothe him. You could no longer see his face (it was buried in your mate’s chest), but you could still hear his sniffling.

“What was your nightmare about, sweetheart? Must have been scary, huh?” You asked as Kaidou began scenting the top of your son’s head.

“Yeah. W’s scary.” Came the muffled voice of your pup.

In lieu of a reply, you pulled both him and Kaidou more closely against your chest.

“Nothing can happen while you’re here with us, okay. You’re safe.” You kept rubbing his back as he finally started to settle. Eventually, his breathing evened out and he relaxed fully against you and Kaidou, his grip on your shirt loosening.

“I feel so useless when he has nightmares.” Kaidou admitted, breaking the hush. “I can’t protect him from them.”

You shifted slightly to look him in the eye.

“You’re protecting him right now, my love. This is what he needs from you and you’re so good at it. You’re such a good parent, Shun.” Kaidou blushed faintly. “I fall in love with you all over again everytime I see you with our pups.”

Kaidou smiled slightly, resting his head against your shoulder.

“I just want him to be happy.”

“I know.” You replied, placing a kiss on his head. “Me too.”

You started to drift off to sleep as silence descended on the room.

“Thanks.” Kaidou murmured.

Too tired to reply, you squeezed him lightly with your arms. It saddened you that your amazing parent of a mate still felt insecure four years into parenthood, but you were just going to have to keep telling him otherwise until he started to see himself as you saw him.

N-SFW under cut (ft. Slightly!Older!Kaidou)

Kaidou always, always needs after sex cuddles. It helps relax him, quiet his insecurities and is equally as enjoyable as the sex in his opinion.

Kaidou is a big subby baby, and he needs cuddles for his aftercare or he can feel very rejected.

Do you remember the episode where Kaidou came last in every event of the physical fitness test, but came first in flexibility? Kaidou is extremely flexible and he loves to show it off in bed. He’s very proud of all the positions he can bend into.

Kaidou loves dressing up in lingerie. He feels pretty and confident when he’s wearing lace lingerie. He looks best in pastel blue (it matches his hair), but honestly, he pulls off all pastel shades very well.

Along a similar vein, Kaidou finds it very embarrasing but very hot to look at himself in the mirror while you have sex. It requires a lot of praise though, as he can be quite insecure.

In heat, Kaidou is absolutely shameless. He will beg and plead and whine and nuzzle you to get you into his nest with him.

Kaidou is weak to hickeys on his neck, especially around his scent glands. He doesn’t give many hickeys, but he is prone to leaving scratch marks on your back and shoulders.

This man is very sensitive in a lot of areas. His nipples and the inside of his thighs are very soft and particularly sensitive.

He hates pain though. He is neither a masochist nor a sadist and thinks that pain has no place in love making.

Kaidou likes a little bit of roleplay but he’s way to embarrassed to bring it up. You have to wait until you’ve been in a relationship with him for years before he feels comfortable enough to bring it up. He is interested in teacher/student and master/slave style roleplays. He enjoys playing the part of someone else, because it makes him feel more comfortable in embracing his sexuality outside his heat.

“I’m-I’m coming out now. Don’t laugh, okay?”

You shook you head fondly.

“I’m not going to laugh at you, baby. You always look gorgeous, don’t forget that.”

The bathroom door opened and Kaidou shuffled out, clad in the new pastel blue lingerie set you had ordered for him last week.

You lost your breath just looking at him.

He was wearing sheer knee socks with little bows, held up by the garter belt sitting snugly on his waist. On top, he was wearing a lacy bralette, completely see through of course. Your favourite piece however, was undoubtedly the little blue panties. You could see the fabric bulging, straining against his erection. Looking a little closer, you noticed a small damp spot. You grinned. For all his complaining, he certainly enjoyed this a lot. You haven’t even touched him yet.

Kaidou shifted under your hungry gaze, feeling a little like your prey. He shivered at the thought.

You moved to kneel on the ground before him, pressing wet, open mouth kisses over his thighs and tummy. Kaidou steadied himself by gripping onto your shoulders. You could feel his nails making small grooves in your skin.

When you reached his chest, you began to suck and bite at his nipples through the lacey fabric, delighting in his moans and whimpers. He was always so sensitive for you.

“So beautiful.” You panted, breathing heavily against him.

“M’ not. Not beautiful.” Kaidou denied, eyes clenched shut.

You growled in response, biting him lightly on the shoulder.

“Don’t you dare. You’re breath-taking, Shun. Stunning. Gorgeous. Perfect.” You emphasised every word with a suck or a bit on his neck. You wouldn’t stop until he learnt to love himself as much as you loved him.

“Okay, baby, get on the bed. We have a long night ahead.” You made a point to crash your hips into his. “I’m going to show you how beautiful you are.”

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fabricated-misslieness · 4 years

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Hello! May I request sfw/nfsw hcs for Corpse (or Sykkuno) x Male reader please? If not that's cool, I hope you have a wonderful day! - 🥀

Corpse Husband and Sykkuno x male reader

Ah, back to my normal format-- WAIT A WILTED FLOWER ANON

Requested: Yes

SFW & NSFW Relationship Headcanons with Corpse and Sykkuno

Corpse Husband

SFW

My man’s got drip, so if you don’t got drip, he’s probably going to help you dress up.

Imagine matching outfits with Corpse, that’d be so cool.

Painting your nails together is nice bonding time.

He doesn’t go out in public very often, so if you don’t either, that’s great. That said, if you do go out, you’re probably going out together.

Crippling social anxiety ain’t going to stand going outside alone

Corpse doesn’t take care of himself well, so you have to. You’ve got to remind him to shower, brush his teeth, eat, and go to sleep for at least three hours. Don’t pressure him into trying more than three, cuz it’s hard, y’know? And help with the foil

You’ve got to help him with his issues, reassure him he’s good and that he’s enough.

If he’s feeling depressed, you’ve got cuddles for days, though you do have to get up sometime.

If you’re gen z, he'll quote a vine or tiktok and expect you to go along with him. If you don’t know the reference, you’ll get a feigned disappointed look and a small teasing comment.

Sometimes he starts singing his songs while he’s doing something, so follow along with him, it’s cute.

Stargazing and other edgy date ideas are his go-tos.

If you’re dating him and aren’t like a youtuber or internet personality, you’re not allowed in his youtube room.

Maybe he’ll tell you he’s a youtuber, but even if he does, you’re still not allowed.

Coffee, always, every morning

You’re a tea person? Okay, but he’s not drinking any of your stuff, he’s drinking his dirty Earth beans, as Jack calls them.

You’re a coffee person? You wake up to a hot cup of coffee, but not breakfast.

Corpse needs you to cook for him, he’s not the best cook, certainly not the worst, but he likes your food.

Unless you suck at cooking, in that case, he’ll cook.

I don’t see him as much of a physical affection kinda person, apart from cuddling since it’s relaxing.

He’s fine with it cause it’s you, he won’t really take hugs or shake hands with strangers, but you’ve got to initiate everything apart from cuddles and kisses, unless he’s in some sort of love bug mood.

Sometimes he’ll just silently drag you to the bed or couch and plop himself in your lap.

You better get good at reading him, cause sometimes he wants something, but he doesn’t want to be a bother, but he really wants it-- it’s just a mess.

Help raise his self-esteem, too.

NSFW

Once again, you have to initiate everything.

I don’t imagine Corpse is very experienced in being bottom so you have to guide him.

He’ll probably feel like he’s being a nuisance to you, so you have to reassure him he isn’t.

The first time is awkward but once you get comfortable together, he’s good at it.

The first few times he’s a pillow baby, when you get comfortable he might be a brat sometimes. Most of the time, though, he’s a pillow baby.

Corpse loves to please you and do what you ask of him, but he has his boundaries, of course. Things like testing his flexibility too much, hard degrading, knife play, public sex, etc.

He’s probably into slight praise, since he’ll grow a bit desensitised to praise if you use it too much; choking, bondage, overstimulation, orgasm denial, and degrading. How can one be into degrading and praise at the same time, you ask?

✨mood✨

Would probably love you dirty talking to him and making him beg, too.

Favorite position is from behind because you can go deep and you won’t see his face. He gets a little embarrassed from his moans and your gaze on him.

He’s a mix between a moaner and a groaner, more of a moaner though. His moans in comparison to his voice are a way higher pitch, like his laugh to his voice, which is a fact that gets him a little embarrassed.

His voice makes dirty talking amazing, and so is his begging. (For reference, remember that one time he was saying “Please vote Rae” like he was desperate)

He likes receiving but he also loves giving, he gets to pleasure you and choke himself at the same time. His face going down on you is an absolute turn on, it’s so sexy, and the way he smirks up at you.

After care is just cuddles for him, since he feels a little lazy and doesn’t want to get up to clean himself up. He only will if you tell him to.

As for how often you have sex, it depends on you. The only times he’d initiate is sexual tension or special occasions.

Sykkuno

SFW

He’s inexperienced, since as he says “The ladies aren’t attracted to me.”, which they are but he doesn’t give himself enough credit.

He’s a cuddle bug if you’re alone. That said, he likes showing off that he’s yours in public by holding hands and kissing your cheek, but anything apart from that will render him into a blush.

Sensitive baby, so most pick up lines and flirting make him flustered.

Sykkuno is a disaster in planning dates, he finds a place he wants to go to but he thinks you wouldn’t want to go there, a place you’d like but you end up not liking it, some place you like but he doesn’t, he’s just a mess.

You’ve gotta take care of him, but not as much as Corpse. You have to make sure Sykkuno doesn’t forget to shower and that he eats nutritional meals, rather than only gamer or college student food.

Imagine dressing him up like a soft boy. He’d be so cute. The pastels already go so well with him.

The kisses he initiates are always soft and short and usually don’t drift off into anything else. Anything rougher than a normal kiss would drag out a small moan from his throat, making him embarrassed.

He likes hugging you from behind and resting his head on your back. If you turn around and hug him back, he’s a little flustered. If you nuzzle into him, he’ll get even more flustered.

Cuddles are usually spooning, laying his head on your lap or embracing with a soft blanket over the two of you.

He loves it when you play with his hair, it lulls him into a sleepy state.

Coming out to the internet entirely depends on you. Whether you want to or not, it’s your decision.

If you do, however, you’ll definitely be in plenty of videos, including OTV ones.

NSFW

Also inexperienced here, totally inexperienced.

You’re his guide. He’s a stuttering mess throughout the first few times, and he will always be, though just a little less.

There’s a lot of “umm”s and “uh, okay?” when he doesn’t understand.

Once you actually get to the fucking, he’s a total pillow baby. His moans are so pretty and he mewls and whines along with them.

They’re high pitched and loud, one after the other with small breath breaks.

He pants and sweats a lot from the beginning.

Usually, at the end he has small tears in his eyes. They’re not from pain or anything, they’re from all the pleasure you’re giving him.

He prefers receiving over giving since he doesn’t think he’s very good at giving, that said, his face going down on you is hella cute too.

He has tears in his eyes and his face is flushed red.

His ahegao face is just as beautiful, if not, even more.

Favorite positions would be riding, because he doesn’t want you to do everything, and from behind, because he’s embarrassed about the faces he makes, despite all the praise you give him.

Kinks would probably overstimulation and praise.

After care is totally up to you, since he’s too tired for anything. He will complain about how sticky he feels if you don’t want to get up either, which ultimately urges you to get up and help him.

How often you have sex depends on how Sykkuno is feeling, which could be entirely random.

#youtubers x reader #youtubers x male reader #sykkuno x male reader #sykkuno x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband x male reader #corpse husband fanfiction #sykkuno fanfiction #anonymousrequest #⚠️nsfw🙈

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stayndays · 3 years

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𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

my gift to @wingkkun for @kafenetwork‘s holiday treats event!

genres & tropes - fluff, minor angst, comedy, misunderstanding(!!!), magical boarding school au (hogwarts but not really), dorm neighbors au, best friends to lovers au, shy!chan, extroverted!reader, gender neutral reader, chan’s pov

disclaimer - the entire fic is based around the fact that the reader was kinda accidentally drugged with a potion, two swear words, chan likes an unnamed female character (but hey in this case he likes everybody!!)

word count - 5.1k (uhm?? what the fuck?? this is coming from the blurb writer guys what the hell happened)

summary - bang chan does not have a crush on you. actually, he has a crush on his partner in potions class, and decides to do something about it… until it goes all wrong, and the liquid of a love potion is running down your throat. now, chan has to deal with your lovesick antics for a week while trying not to become infatuated with you himself. spoiler alert: it’s a lot harder than it looks.

a/n - it is i, penguin anon, the dude who made that survey for stayblr writers, a friend of your own friends, yes hi lol KJFSKDF honestly, this could be a very confusing fic to some people, as some things don’t line up, i will admit that! that’s mainly because i frantically put this together in the last two weeks while preparing for midterm exams, so not all the ideas i had in mind lined up correctly. regardless, i hope you enjoy this, especially you kai ^^

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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨, 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞

Bang Chan does not have a crush on you.

You’re his best friend, his next door dorm neighbor at the boarding school he goes to. He comes to you for one subject, while you come to him for another. You’re the person he sits next to at lunch, and the counterpart to his timid personality. You are anything but his crush.

He does, however, have a crush on the cute girl he’s partners with in potions class, aka, not you.

“So,” you start off, tapping your feet repetitively on the wooden floor of Chan’s dormitory, the chair you’re sitting on face away from the desk it accompanies. “Let me get this straight.”

Chan nods for you to continue, playing with the blanket threads on his bed to anxiously wait for your response.

“You’re going to make a love potion for your crush to drink?” you confirm with him, to which he nods, lips pressed together tightly. Chan can easily tell how flabbergasted you are at his simple, yet elaborate idea, wheels turning in your head. “But this could go wrong in so many ways! How are you going to get her to drink it anyways? How are you even going to get the ingredients to make the potion?”

Chan scratches the back of his ear, which is slowly growing red by the second. A nervous grin slowly growing on his face before he answers you. “You see... that’s where you come in.”

He notices the deadpan on his best friend’s face and winces.

“...You want me to steal the ingredients, don’t you?”

Chan nods timidly.

It’s not Chan’s fault really, Chan believes, as you’re known for being a master at being sneaky. Not only can his own clumsy hands barely lift up a pencil before dropping it onto the ground, he has to be a role model to the younger students! It’s only right for you to do the job instead.

“Fine!” you throw your hands up into the air in exaggeration. “What do I get in return, though?”

“Hmm...” Chan ponders on your question, tapping his chin in thought. “Banana milk for a week?”

“Pleasure doing business with you, sir.”

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲

Bang Chan has made a huge mistake. It’s the kind of mistake that’ll affect his entire school year, undoubtedly. The kind of mistake that he’ll scream out at 2 am into his pillow, not only because it’s highly embarrassing, but also because it could ruin everything.

It all starts with a carton of banana milk.

The plan, originally, was quite simple. Chan had seen his crush fold open a carton of banana milk in class and gulp it down right in front of his eyes. Well, while he pretended to be busy looking up something in his textbook, at least. By gifting her banana milk, that was actually drained out and replaced with the love potion he brewed, not only would he seem like a nice person to her, she would be infatuated with love for him.

Two birds hit with one stone. Simple as that.

Until you came in, strolling down the hallway Chan was leaning his back on, eyeing the pastel yellow carton in his hands. He knows that his first period is potions class, he knows that you greet him every morning with that same smile on your face while he waits outside for the classroom doors to open. However, he should’ve known that openly holding a container of banana milk in his hands for everybody passing through the hallway to see was not a good idea.

And that’s how Chan ended up where he is right now.

“Hey, Chan!” You approach him with a grin, hair thrown back messily. “First of many banana milks you got for me there?”

Chan’s breath gets caught in your throat while you look up at him expectedly. His eyes continue to shift over from the paperboard box in his right hand to your bold eyes.

“Um- Er- I-” His fingers curl tighter around the drink, but his voice just so happens to fail him out of all the times in the world.

And then his head fails him, and he nods out of pressure.

He watches your eyes light up, and your hands lightly touching his own as you snatch the drink from his possession.

You rip open the opening to the carton. Pressing your lips against the entrance, you pour the drink into your mouth and down your throat, all in one go, right in front of Chan. His mouth is slightly agape at your bold actions, his head screaming at him to tell you what you just did in hopes that you’ll snap out of it before it’s too late, yet he stays silent.

“Hmm, the liquid is more like water than milk, but at least it still tastes like banana!” You gently crush the carton before patting Chan on the shoulder. His eyes widen when you pause, and then laugh in a dazed manner. It’s almost as if he can see the hearts forming in your eyes.

“Thank you, Channie. See you at lunch!” You wave him off in a flirtatious manner, something he’s never seen you do to anybody in all the years he’s known you, and his heart pounds faster with worry.

Soon enough, he falls out of his stunned trance and presses his back against the wall shamefully, slowly sliding down it. He’s too anxious to care about the weird stares he’s getting from other students going down the hallway, curling himself up into a ball.

“WhydidIdothatwhydidIdothatwhydidIdothatwhydidIdothat-”

“Chan?”

Chan’s head shoots up from his position on the ground, only to lock eyes with his crush’s worried eyes. He gasps quietly before rocketing up from the floor, brushing himself off, startling his crush. “Y-Yes?”

“Why were you slumped down on the floor like that?” He watches her scanning his face while he bunches up the sweater he’s wearing with his hands. “Your face is really red too… should I take you to the nurse’s office?”

“Oh! Uhm, no, it’s okay. I feel fine. Class is starting in a minute, regardless,” Chan reassures her, and fortunately to him, she doesn’t question it any further and changes the subject of their conversation.

Yet, his back of his mind sends him flying back to what happened previously. The flashbacks of you drinking that love potion right in front of his eyes sends a pit down his stomach, churning it to make him feel sick and lightheaded. He ponders about how much he screwed up this time, thanks to his stupid brain and timid decisions.

That love potion you drank was not meant for you.

You are not his crush.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲

Bang Chan is a fool, a dunce, the embodiment of stupidity.

At least, according to his two closest friends besides you: Lee Minho and Seo Changbin.

“You’re such an idiot, Chan!” Minho cackles as he bangs his fist repeatedly on the wooden table of the school’s dining hall, accidentally sending his hot chocolate flying all over the place as he flinches.

“I have to agree with Minho on this one,” Changbin, who’s passive behavior is the opposite of Minho’s wild personality, tells the oldest boy. “You really messed up on this one.” He continues to flip through the pages of his textbook after cleaning up Minho’s mess with his wand.

Chan groans, letting himself fall onto the table pathetically, head first. He covers his eyes with his hands and shouts in agony, making Minho laugh even harder. Eventually, once the rowdy student calms down, he shakes Chan’s shoulder to get him to sit back up again. “No, but seriously, what are you gonna do now? They’ll be completely obsessed with you for the next couple of days.”

“A week, actually,” Changbin corrects, flipping to a specific page of his potions textbook and displaying it to the two. “A love potion's lasting effects depend on the amount you give the drinker.”

“And a milk carton holds like, a liter of liquid? So if you multiply those numbers, it’ll for sure last an entire week, which started yesterday,” Minho points out with his finger, directing Chan’s eyes to the info on the page.

Chan lets out a deep exhale, scratching his scalp as he processed the information. “So, do any of you have advice for what I’m supposed to do?”

“Don’t look at me-”

“I know, Changbin, you’re too focused on your studies to find a partner. I’m mainly asking Minho, our designated player in our year.”

“Well,” Minho cracks his knuckles before answering. “I’ve never accidentally drugged somebody with a love potion before, so unfortunately you’re all on your own. Fortunately, however, Y/N’s coming right your way!” Minho points cheekily to behind Chan, making him whip his head around.

And there you are, walking right towards them.

“Channie!” you stroll on over to the trio of boys with a pep in your step and a grin on your face. “Let’s go to Insanis!”

Chan’s ears perk up at the name of his favorite cafe near campus, always serving the best scones and cinnamon rolls he’s ever had, and the fact that you know his love for the place. However, he comes back to the realization that you’re under the effects of a love potion, so he shakes off the blush that’s threatening to appear on his cheeks.

Slowly starting to feel under pressure at the fact that you’re waiting for his response, he nods his head repeatedly with a shrug, packing up his belongings spread out on the slightly dirty, wooden surface. Your face lights up at his agreement, and you eagerly wait for him to stand up. Chan waves off his two friends, ignoring Minho’s snarky smile and Changbin’s desire to laugh right then and there, and exits the dining hall with you holding his hand.

You’re going to be hard to deal with these next few days, he thinks.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲

Chan thinks you’re going crazy.

You’re acting like a drunk person whenever you see him, completely helpless of your own mind. Then again, you’re the one who drank the love potion a couple days ago.

He just didn’t realize how strong of a potion it was.

“Channie!!” you holler out to him from behind, crunching snow beneath your feet as you try and keep up with his pace. “Let’s go into the snow! Come on!”

He turns around to your grinning face, eyes drifting over to the bobble on the beanie you’re wearing that’s covered in snow. You point excitedly to the thick snow next to the outdoor path you two were walking along. “But we have astronomy class in half an hour, and I have to meet up with my potions classmate during that time, remember?” Chan objects, giving you an uncertain look.

You whine dramatically with a pout, stomping to him and grabbing his wooly coat, yanking him with you. “It’ll just be for five minutes!” Leading him off the pathway, the two of you entered the snow covered grass field. Chan shakes his head at your childish, yet heartfelt actions, watching you turn back and fall onto the snow back first without hesitation.

“You know I’ll get sick if I-”

“You’re underestimating my healing skills, Bang. Now get in the snow and freeze your ass off with me,” you point to the snow below you, slowly feelings your fingers become numb despite the knitted gloves you’re wearing.

Chan breathes out a laugh at your desperate attempt to get him to join you, shaking his head as he finally accepts your offer. Unlike you, he slowly sits on the ground at first and then lies down on his back hesitantly. The cold feeling of the ice on his back makes him shiver, and you giggle at his reaction while making a snow angel.

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, taking in the sudden silence of the campus grounds and the snow falling on each other’s faces. Chan’s body is as stiff as a board by now, but he endures it for the sake of your enjoyment. That is, until he finally decides to get up after checking the analog watch on his wrist.

“Hey! Do we really have to go now?” you yell at him with wide eyes, making Chan roll his own.

“Yes, Y/N,” he pulls you up from the snow, turning you around so he can brush off the snow sticking onto your back. “Now I have to meet my classmate in just a few minutes.”

“Why her?” you whine once more. “Do you like her more than me?”

Your sudden question makes Chan pause for a few seconds, before shaking off the feeling of his heartbeat slowly gaining speed. “D- Don’t worry about it. Now let’s go.”

“Hey! Answer my question!”

You realize that not even Chan knows the answer to your question.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲

Chan is a shy person when it comes to affection.

This day, however, he realizes that you are the exact opposite of him.

You and him have a routine every Thursday where you’d come into his dormitory at 7 O’ clock sharp to study until his brain was filled with herbs and spices he has to memorize for his gardening elective. It’s not his fault he didn’t get into the magical musics class like he wanted to, and got stuck with becoming a botanist instead. You, on the other hand, usually had trouble with your spells class, always pronouncing the Latin words slightly off. The two of you would study until it’s pitch dark outside, and then Chan would walk you back to your own room.

However, Chan already anticipated how this study session would be different.

He flinches slightly when he hears a set of knocks on his door already, checking the clock on his studying desk. Chan shakes his head out of disbelief, and opens the door without even checking the peephole.

“Y/N, you’re ten minutes early, why are you-“

“Chan!” Your face lights up and wraps your arms tightly around Chan’s torso, catching the boy off guard. “I missed you.”

“You- You saw me yesterday though,” Chan tries to tell you, checking the hallways just in case other students were around to possibly witness this. “and the day before, and the day after that, and-”

“Yeah, yeah, but even if I don’t see you for a couple hours, I still miss you,” you admit with a sudden, shy tone, burying your face into his chest. Chan feels himself flare up at your actions, catching him off guard. Not once have you ever expressed affection like this towards him, always settling for high fives and fist bumps, possibly even a side hug if you’re feeling nice.

“Just uh, come in. I heard from my potions classmate that our upcoming quiz for spells is quite hard,” Chan makes you let go of the hug against your will, and awkwardly guides you inside of his dorm.

“Ahh, why do you always mention her?” You question him with curiosity flowing through your voice, sitting down on his bed casually and tossing your schoolwork next to you. Meanwhile, Chan goes back to his spot on his desk chair. “It’s like you’re obsessed with her.”

Chan’s ears flare up at your remark, but at the same time, he fights the urge to call you out on your antics for the past few days. Thinking about it, it definitely wouldn’t do any good for you, and you needed his help for your upcoming quiz. “Nothing you need to worry about, Y/N.”

“But-”

“Let’s get to studying,” he urges for you to start with him, to which you roll your eyes at, but place your textbook in your lap regardless. Chan smiles softly at your willingness, and gets to work as well.

Typically, the statement “study until it’s dark outside” applies for at least three fourths of the year, especially since you two tend to stay on campus for the summer simply because you both liked the area. However, once winter rolls around and the snow starts falling, the sun is up for a lot less time, sometimes even disappearing by dinner. Chan knows this well, so the two of you instead set a timer for two hours and pray that you won’t get distracted by each other’s antics.

What Chan did forget is how jumbled up you get once the sun goes down.

“I’m already sleepy...” you mumble out behind Chan’s back, rubbing your eyes with your index fingers.

Chan scratches his head, contemplating his next move. To be fair, it’s quite difficult to get a love sick person to do what you want, even if you’re the person they’re in love with. “But Y/N, we’ve only been studying for an hour and a half.” He decides to move his stuff to his bed to join you, his joints already becoming stiff from sitting on such an uncomfortable chair.

“Yeah but I’ve had a long day-” you lean over so you can rest your head on Chan’s shoulder. “Even though I wanna spend more time with you, I kinda just wanna sleep...”

Chan freezes up, cursing you for being so sleepy at times like these, cursing you for being so affectionate towards him these past few days, cursing you for being so-

“Fine, you can sleep.”

You smile with a daze, closing your eyes. Mumbling a small thanks of gratitude, it’s the last words Chan hears you say before you drift off. Chan finds himself not being able to focus with the weight on his shoulder, twirling the pencil in his hand back and forth. He lets out a sigh, at last realizing how he’ll never get another word written down in his situation, and uses his wand to place his work away and close the light. Pulling up a spare blanket for the both of you to share, he finally closes his eyes as well.

Until Chan realizes that if his crush did the exact same gesture to him, he wouldn’t treat her nearly as well as he did for you.

You don’t know that, though.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲

Bang Chan is not good with love.

If it hasn’t already been clear enough. Although he’s had quite a few crushes in his teenage life, including the one he has right now, he’s never had the confidence to confess or god forbid ask somebody on a date.

So why not ask the person who’s under the spell of a love potion for advice?

Sure, it’s a far stretch, even Minho agrees, but maybe, just maybe, Chan could get something good out of this week.

He catches you off guard one day, bright and early before class, while the two of you were heading to your locker.

“Hey Y/N,” Chan asks you out of the blue while waving through classmates left and right. Thinking about it, it was a miracle that nobody was talking about Chan’s mishap and spreading it around. “Would you consider yourself... good at love?”

He watches you almost choke on your own spit with a worried look. You turn to him after clearing your throat with an almost offended expression on your face. “Why are you asking?”

“Well, uh, I wanna try confess to somebody..”

“What?! Who? Tell me,” you blurt out without a second thought, staring at his side profile with wide eyes. “Is it your potions classmate?”

Chan is quick to notice the gazes of your fellow classmates after you raise your voice, motioning for you to keep it down. “It’s nothing for you to worry about! I just need some advice on how to do it, you know?”

“Hmm, well...” you take a pause to think, resisting the urge to pout. “You realize you’re asking somebody who’s never confessed either, right?”

“Still, you’re more.. extroverted? Than me, so you must know more than me,” Chan shrugs, feeling his neck grow hot while he tries to explain to you why he asking you, not anybody else, without telling you the actual reason.

Your shoulders slump down in defeat, “Fine. Just- uh- ask them on a date first? If you just confess straight away, you’re most likely to be rejected because they may not like you,” you explain to him, your voice getting shakier and more quiet as time goes on. “At least if you ask them out first, they can start to like you at the date.”

“Okay.. I can do that,” Chan scratches his red ears, already feeling the queasiness in his stomach just at the thought of being rejected. “Right? Hopefully? Probably?”

You simply hum in response, looking down when Chan turns his head to get a look at you. He holds his breath out of instinct, afraid of a sudden outburst coming from you, but nothing comes. Most likely, Chan thinks, you’re more than upset because you’re not the one he’s confessing to.

It’s a poor idea, and was a poor idea in the first place.

You’re jealous, and Chan can tell.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱, 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

Chan tends to forget instructions.

So when he’s left out in the snow after his crush rejects him, your words from the previous day only then come back to him.

“I’m sorry,” his crush frowns once the words leave her mouth. “I don’t see you the same way.” She shakes her head, and Chan’s shoulders slump down as she turns her heel to walk away.

The feeling Chan experiences is neither his heart shattering into a billion pieces, nor the emotion of relief. It’s in between those two, for a reason Chan can’t figure out straight away.

It’s somehow not heartbreak, yet Chan still wants answers.

“Oh, uhm, one last question,” Chan perks up at the last second, his crush whipping around at the last second. “Why? Why do you not like me?”

His crush stares at him for a few moments, lips slightly apart. Then she laughs.

“It’s because of Y/N.”

“Y/N?”

“I can tell you both like each other. This week, I’ve noticed that your friend has been acting different, and although I saw that you were kind of uncomfortable with it at first, I could see you warming up to it,” she smiles. “Chan, you and Y/N have something that I will never have with you, it’s a given. I hope you come to realize that, if you haven’t already.” She nods one last time, bidding farewell to Chan for the day, and drifts farther and farther until Chan can’t see her anymore.

Later that night, when Chan reflects on his crush’s explanations, staring at the ceiling, he wonders if it would’ve been different if he listened to you more carefully. Maybe he should’ve slowed down, and instead of practically shouting at his crush that he likes her, he should’ve spoken more properly and asked her out on a date like what you said. Maybe then, he’d take her to Insanis, which happens to be his cafe of choice that you and him go to almost every week. And maybe, him and his crush would play in the snow and make snow angels happily, like how you two did a couple days ago...

No. Chan’s crush is right.

His head’s thoughts are slowly being all about you.

You, on the other hand, believe that you’ve lost him.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲

Chan loves you.

No matter how hard he tries to diminish his feelings for you that has grown in the only the past few days, he can’t stop himself.

From your happiness when playing in the snow, to the way you become cuddly when the moon comes up, to the explanation his own crush gave him.

It all lines up.

“Dumbass,” Changbin speaks up bluntly when Chan reveals his realization to his two guy friends while walking to the dining hall for breakfast. Minho laughs in response as Chan rolls his eyes.

“I gotta admit,” Minho swings his arms around the two, bringing them in closely. “You only just realize now? It’s impressive how dense you are.”

“Dense? Am I really?”

“Yes,” Changbin and Minho both say at the same time, and for once, Chan can only laugh. The trio approaches the dining table, while Chan scans the room standing up for your familiar face.

Minho, takes notice of this fairly quickly, “So, what’s your next move? It’s still a gamble, though.”

“Hmm? How come?” Chan genuinely asks his friend.

“Did you fall in love with the Y/N you’ve known this entire time, or only the Y/N you’ve seen this past week?”

Minho’s question makes Chan silent for quite some time, sitting down slowly on the dining benches. His two friends patiently wait for his answer, Changbin in particular already digging into his breakfast when Chan finally responds.

“I think I’ve always liked them, I just never realized it.”

To Chan’s utter surprise, they both nod their heads in agreement. Changbin swallows the food in his mouth before commenting. “I think you’re right. Maybe you just had that crush on your potions classmate to state that you and Y/N are just friends to everybody, without even meaning it yourself.”

Minho elaborates further, “And she said that you and Y/N have something between the two of you that’s unique? Then she must’ve implied that you guys have this bond that makes you two inseparable.”

Chan simply hums, taking in the information. He’s glad to know that he’s right for once, finally having a plan on what to do next. He sighs in relief, grabbing the nearest plate of food and stacking it onto his own plate, digging in. Yet, Chan still wonders where you were that morning, and how he only saw you later in the day hanging out with your other group of friends. Not even talking to him once.

You simply weren’t sure anymore.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲

Chan has not seen you for the entire day.

It’s supposed to be the day that the potion wears off from your body, and you can finally go back to your normal self (despite Chan’s wishes), but Chan has yet to see you. Not once at the dining hall, or the hallway potion’s class is in, or even with your other group of friends who join you in history class.

Fortunately, though, he’s able to overhear your dorm roommate, who says that you’ve refused to go to class today for reasons they don’t know. So Chan takes matters into his own hands, considering that nothing eventful ever happens in herbology class on Mondays, he decides to skip the period to head to your dorm room and approach you, with the help of your roommate giving him a spare key to enter.

The moment Chan walks into your room, a sudden chill goes down his spine, most likely because of the cold air. The lights are closed, with only the morning sun’s brightness seeping through the cracks of the window. The curtains that hang over your bunk bed, as you sleep on the bottom, are blocking his view from where you are. He closes the door gently, but makes sure he’s loud enough to alert you that he’s there. Peeking through the curtains, he sees your body covered in heaps of blankets, smushing your face into your head pillow.

“Hey,” Chan takes a seat at the foot of your bed, taking in your mellow appearance. “Are you okay? Are you sick?”

It takes you a minute to answer, and Chan starts to wonder if you’re actually awake right now, until you speak up.

“It’s not like you to skip class, Channie,” you choose to say instead of answering his questions. You appear from your spot in your pillow, gazing up at him with a tired look on your face. “What’s that in your hands?”

“Oh, it’s- uh- banana milk. It’s for you,” Chan extends the hand he’s holding the drink out for you to take, but you don’t budge.

“Are you sure that one doesn’t have a love potion in it instead of milk?”

Chan gets taken aback at your sudden theory. “You knew it was a love potion?”

“I could tell, even through the effects of it,” you state, finally sitting up and gently taking the milk from his hands. “Don’t feel bad though, since you’re here, I might as well tell you something.”

“During that entire week of being under that spell, I learned that-” you pause briefly. “If you already love somebody, your love for them basically strengthens by ten. It becomes something unstoppable, and you start to unravel your feelings for that person instead of hiding them. Originally, I wanted to kept those feelings inside of me forever, but because I accidentally drank that potion, look where I am now. Have you caught on yet?”

Chan could only stare at you, even after putting the puzzle pieces together. You tense up at his reaction, only fearing the worst to come out of this.

His next words surprise the both of you, however.

“That’s the best side of you, though,” Chan admits without a second thought, and you have to do a double take to see if your best friend, known for being shy and timid, really said that.

“C-Care to elaborate?” you stutter out through your shock, a light tint of red spreading throughout Chan’s body.

“The best side of you is the one you showed me last week. The one where you let your guard down instead of keeping up your confident persona,” Chan explains hesitantly and slowly, gripping his fingers tightly with each sentence. Then, he suddenly smiles, then grins, something you rarely ever see coming from him.

“That’s the side I fell in love with.”

“Love?!”

“Mhm.”

“Really? You’re not playing with me right?”

“Mhm!”

You groan loudly once it finally hits you, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. Chan starts giggling at your reaction, the both of you finally feeling at peace with one another. It’s as if all the awkwardness and tension from the last week drifted away slowly, with Chan’s now ex-crush leaving his field of vision, only for you to come in at the right time. He wonders how Minho and Changbin will react once he reveals that he finally got into a relationship, and how the rest of the school year will pan out with you by his side.

“So,” Chan starts to snicker uncontrollably. “You really are infatuated with me, huh?”

“Ya, Bang Chan! That’s the first time you’ve ever teased me. Ever!” your eyes widen in utter surprise, punching his arm slightly as Chan laughs harder, you joining him soon after. You nudge him one last time, coming up with something to make him as equally flustered as you are right now.

“But doesn’t that mean you’re infatuated with me too?”

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