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Dead best husband dabi expects his wife to come home make him dinner and fuck his cock then spends the money she makes on beer

Tw:dubcon, misogyny, food play

It’s a tedious routine, almost like dreadful clockwork. You come home from your 9-5, take off your shoes, throw your keys on the counter, and not even before you make it into the kitchen is when his requests come out.

No, you say requests to keep yourself sane, but they’re actually thinly veiled commands.

“Where’s dinner? I’ve been waiting all day.”

“God, you look like a slut. Were they having an orgy at your work or somethin’? Is that what you were so busy doing all day? No wonder this place is a mess. Clean this shit up.”

“Hurry up, the lights broken. And you smell like shit, go wash-no, after you change the bulb.”

You have to look at your wedding photos frequently to remind yourself that he’s your husband, not some lowlife you picked up.

Except, every time you look at the pictures to evade his harsh insults and biting directions, it feels like the Dabi in your memorabilia sneers more and more rather than smiles.

It’s his permanent look, in fact, you’ve forgotten how it felt to feel a warmth in your heart when he smiled demurely at you. It’s hard to remember how his soft touch across your cheeks felt rather than the usual slap delivered to the sore skin.

When you walk in, he’s sprawled on the couch, a t.v remote in one hand and a beer in the other. He’s wearing a wife beater and shorts, absentmindedly scratching his balls when you utter a small “Hey hun.”

“Don’t you ‘hey hun’ me. Where the fuck were you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago.”

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes and immediately make your way to the kitchen, with him leaping up from the couch and tailing behind you.

“Don’t fucking walk away from me, what, you ignoring me now?”

He grabs the back of your neck and slams you face-first into the fridge, preventing you from opening the door.

“Ow! No, I was just looking for a snack-“

“-shut up. You don’t get to eat until I do, you cow. Or are you forgetting how this marriage works?”

He crushes your neck and leans forward to take a whiff of your hair.

“God, is that cologne? You cheating on me now?”

“No Dabi, we had a company lunch and I was just talking to some friends. Maybe that’s what you’re smelling.”

He lets go of you and throws you towards the sink. “Good. You better not be. If I find out some douchebag’s been putting his hands all over you I’ll slit his balls and make you eat em’.”

You grimace and wordlessly start putting pots and pans together, ignoring the rumble in your stomach. You didn’t even get a chance to take your suit off, but you don’t dare exit the kitchen until he’s had his fill yet.

He’s just hangry. That’s all there is to it.

Your husband scratches his stomach and ambles back to the living room, belching obnoxiously and running his hands through his unruly hair.

Hours go by as you slave over the stove, making his favorite desserts and dishes as your fingers begun to progressively cramp, your legs begin to burn as you stand and finish up. With him in the living room it’s easy to taste your own food and get some meager meal in between breaks, but you stop yourself from gorging without him.

Knowing Dabi, he’d measure how many cups of food you started cooking with and subtract it from how much remained now.

Even though it was your money that bought this food.

You’re at the sink a while later cleaning spoons when he strolls in again, crossing his arms and leaning against the entrance of the kitchen. He watches you for a couple minutes, sighing and humming to yourself as you scrub vigorously.

He doesn’t take in the copious amount of dishes you made, he doesn’t compliment how spotless the place looks despite all the cooking that went down here, no. Dabi stares at the way your ass wiggles while you work, the way your body bends attractively over the running sink, your tits brushing against the countertop.

You yelp and drop a small plate when you feel hands encompass your waist. His body is pressed tightly against yours, his hips lightly humping you like an eager virgin does. The force of his weight against you pushed you forward and you have to quickly grab onto the sink spout to avoid falling face first into soggy sink food.

“Dinners almost done Dabi, I’ll be out with it in a bit.”

“Mmmh, I’m not interested in eating that kind of food right now.”

He rests his head on top of yours and you barely refrain from screaming. What the hell did that mean? Wasn’t he the one harping on you earlier for not cooking fast enough?

“God, you look like a perfect slutty housewife right now. ‘M gonna fuck you.” He mutters as he begins yanking your trousers off while bending you further on the sink.

Your hands brace on the wet banister as you let him take what he wants. Last time you refused, he shoved one of his beer bottle necks into your pussy and made you ride on it.

“Dabi-Dabi, the food.” You try to tell him to move the dishes being pushed around from him manhandling you up on the counter but he doesn’t listen.

One plate goes crashing onto the floor, your Alfredo sauce mixed with porcelain bits.

“Oops,” he says not so regretfully. When your panties are successfully ripped down, he lifts your waist and lugs you onto the countertop, your upper half plastered on the cool marble.

His patched hands snake their way up your shirt and push the fabric up along with your bra while his now naked hips start pushing against your bare cunt.

Your exposed tits are squished down and you hiss as your body envelopes the cold counter. You try to lift your head up but he pushes you head back down.

“Uh-uh, no moving ‘till I’m finished. This is what you get for dropping food on the ground. In fact-“

His eyes catch a hold of the mini cakes you whipped up, and a sly grin on his face erupts as he looks from them to your quivering hole.

“Why don’t you have a taste of it? One down, a couple more plates to go!” You cry out in frustration as his hand swipes across the bar and sends the cake dish flying onto the floor.

He pays no heed to the defeating crash, just merely inspects his fingers that got some whipped cream on them while he smack the plate.

“A chef’s gotta taste her own cooking right? This cunt definitely looks hungry and oh so greedy right now too,” he pouts mockingly and traces his cream-covered fingers around your labia, roughly circling your clit and mixing the sweet food into the crevices of your pussy.

“P-please Dabi, don’t. We can do this after dinner, I’m so tired right now! I have to clean up this mess too!”

But no amount of pleading satiates the sadistic bastard. He just yanks your head back and shoves his fingers in your mouth when you open it in pain.

“Suck on ‘em real good, just like how you suck off your bosses. That’s how you get all this fuckin’ money right? You show a little ass, flash some tits, suck some old geezers off-and boom! You’ve got a nice house, and nice husband.” He leers at you as you choke on his slender digits.

Only when you feel like you’re about to vomit is when he yanks his hand out and wipes up another stray glob of frosting from the side of a testing plate. He doesn’t waste any time in working his fingers back inside you, a different hole this time however.

It feels so wrong with a massive creamy glob being pushed along your walls along with expert fingers that know your body inside out, but no matter how disgusting it is, he still finds your spongy area and begins stroking. The smooth filling glides up and down your g-spot as the pads of his fingers batter your sloppy pussy, and in no time you begin moaning.

“Oh Dabi, oh Dabi, fuck, please,-“

“Oh Dabi, oh Dabi,” he mocks cruelly, pinching your clit and squeezing your squished nipples as he pulls his fingers out right at the tip of your climax.

You try to turn around and plead for release but he doesn’t let you. Without missing a beat he takes his bricked up cock in hand and taps it on your ass before gliding in your weeping, cream covered pussy.

The moan you let out is so lewd that even a pornstar would be proud. You hate him, hate this marriage, hate the way he orders you around and looks down on you regardless of how you shower him with love and money.

But holy fuck, when his mushroom tip bangs against your womb like that and drags up and down your sensitive cavern you forget all the abuse.

Back and forth, up and down, sideways and forwards is the way you feel fucked. For someone who just sits on the couch all day you wonder how someone with such frame could fuck like a stallion, barely missing a beat.

“Hah, haaa fuck, you little whore, yeah, bring that ass back on Daddy, show him what you show those creepy fucks at work.” He pants and strikes your ass as you ricochet off his pelvis, his balls slapping your sticky labia.

You whine and try to wriggle out of his intrusion when he sneers the insult, but he merely cages you in between his arms and hunches over your bare body, pumping into you faster than before.

Your open jaw clacks as your tongue drops out in pleasure, his animalistic grunts and curses going straight into your ear and sending you over the edge.

He cums before you, groaning and dropping his dead weight over your suffocated body, not bothering to aid in your pathetic rubbing against his deflating dick.

“A little bit more, please Dabi? I’m so close honey-“

His fingers twitch next to you as he regains himself, exhaling through puffed up cheeks and yawning widely.

“Shut up. You don’t deserve to get off after the mess you made here.”

He peels his sweat-soaked body off of yours and tucks himself back into his pants, regarding the mess on the floor.

All your hard work, gone within a few minutes of ruthless fucking. Which you didn’t even get off to.

He fishes out a crumpled $10 from his musty shorts and throws it at your face like a cheap hooker would take.

“Here. Buy some Plan B and get me some beer. And you better not leave before serving me some fucking food, useless bitch.”

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lexosaurus · 3 years

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The Illusionist

Dannymay2021 prompt: Illusion

My Hero Academia x Danny Phantom crossover Word Count: 5262 Read on: [ao3]

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“A kid?” Shouta asked.

The muffled sound of an explosion echoed from the other side of the phone line.

“He can’t be older than sixteen.” Kamui Woods' voice crackled through the receiver. “Eraserhead, this is going to sound crazy, but the kid has multiple quirks. We can’t get near him. He keeps...shit, he just flew through another wall!”

Shouta shifted his cell between his shoulder and ear, launching himself up a wall and onto the roof of a low building. He surveyed the distance and saw a bright green light flash from across the city.

That must have been them.

“We need you to nullify the quirks so we can contain him till the Illusionment wears off.”

“Alright,” Shouta said, jumping off the roof. “Send me your location. I’m on my way.”

It was a new villain, one that the public had dubbed ‘the Illusionist.’ His quirk was simple, yet effective. If he touched someone, he could make them hallucinate their worst fear.

So far, the heroes and detectives on the case hadn’t been able to figure out much about the Illusionist himself. He never struck the same victim twice, and he didn’t seem to stick around long enough for pro heroes to find him. Not to mention, the majority of his attacks happened in dark alleyways to the local homeless population, far from any cameras that would have been able to pick up his face.

And that fact made Aizawa’s blood boil. Because these weren’t attacks of revenge. No, they were attacks from someone who thought it was fun to mess with the disenfranchised. Someone who enjoyed exerting their powers over those they perceived to be less than, like some kid on a playground squishing ants beneath their sneakers.

The Illusionist’s influence was powerful, and each victim reacted differently. For some, they just froze up, lying motionless until they were found. For others, they lashed out at anyone who dared get close.

And in a society filled with countless unknown quirks, those of his targets who did lash out—though victims themselves—still needed to be dealt with.

The good news was, the quirk’s effects weren’t permanent, and he seemed to require a fairly long recharge time in between each attack. So the pro heroes never had to deal with more than one victim at a time.

So far, the heroes and police force had figured out two ways of dealing with the Illusionists’ victims. Either the victims were knocked out or put to sleep in some way, which seemed to instantly nullify the hallucination, or the victims were captured and taken to the police station to allow the quirk’s effects to naturally run their course.

Considering the heroes really wanted the victims brought in as peacefully as possible, it had been no surprise to Shouta when the other heroes started calling him in for assistance. Especially when the victims’ hallucinations caused them to fight back.

Such as, apparently, this one.

Shouta sprinted around a corner, panting. The cool night air brushed against his face, chilling his skin. He glanced down at his phone, only to see that Wood’s location had moved once again.

Which meant that the unstable, overpowered victim was on the move.

Wonderful.

Just then, his phone lit up.

Shouta didn’t wait to see who it was. “What is it?”

“Eraserhead,” Kamui Woods said. “We’re going to lead him to you. Meet us over by the abandoned antique warehouse. And keep your phone on you, he’s a flight risk. Literally.”

“Understood. Any injuries?”

“A few civilians, but medics are already on it. Nothing serious.”

“Good.”

Shouta hung up and changed his course. He weaved between buildings, kicking up water as puddles splashed at his feet.

If the heroes needed to lure the kid so far away from people, then things weren’t looking good.

Which meant that he needed to end this. Now.

But he didn’t make it to the warehouse. Not before a flying, glowing figure appeared through the wall, crashing into him first.

On instinct, Shouta activated his quirk and sent his capture weapon to the glowing figure, but his quirk had no effect. As soon as the scarf landed on the boy, he jerked away, phasing the scarf through his body.

Shouta blinked, deactivating and reactivating the quirk again. But just like the before, nothing happened. The figure—the boy—just continued to float in the air, his glowing green eyes staring wildly into the hero as if Shouta were the most terrifying human on Earth. He raised his hand, and a neon green swirling ball began to form around his fist.

“Watch out!” a voice behind him yelled.

Aizawa ducked just in time. The green blast hit the wall just above him, burning into the bricks like acid.

“Eraserhead, hurry!” Best Jeanist yelled.

Shouta tried again to activate his quirk, but it was no use.

The boy screamed, powering up an even bigger blast than last time.

“Eraserhead!”

Tree roots shot out in front of Shouta just in time. The blast hit Kamui Woods’ shield, splintering the roots and sending pieces flying through the air.

“Shit!” Shouta deactivated his quirk and jumped back, falling in line with the heros. “He’s resistant to my quirk!”

“We need to get him away from the residential area,” Best Jeanist said. “Force him to the industrial complex.”

“You’re not forcing me anywhere,” the teen roared back in a thick accent. His white glow ebbed and flowed around him as if he were drunk. “I won’t let you get me!”

“What is he seeing?” Shouta asked the three heroes behind him.

“A kidnapping of some sort,” Hound Dog replied.

“He keeps referring to us as ‘Operatives’. We’re unsure what that means.”

Apparently their talking only angered the glowing teen further. He raised a fist and his eyes brightened, changing from green to blue. “You’re not taking me!”

“Go!” Best Jeanist shouted.

The heroes jumped out of the alley just as the teen released the glowing blue energy ball, coating the pavement in a shockwave of jagged ice.

“How many quirks does this kid have?” Kumai Woods exclaimed.

Aizawa landed on the roof and released his capture weapon. “Doesn’t matter. Get him to the warehouse. I have a plan, but I have to make a call first.”

“Got it!”

The heroes jumped off the roof, chasing the kid out the alley and through another building.

“Don’t lose him!” Hound Dog yelled, running around the corner after him.

Shouta stayed back, pulling out his phone and pressing one of his emergency contacts. He watched as another blue beam glowed from a few blocks over, followed by a burst of green.

What the hell is that kid?

He couldn’t believe what he’d witnessed. The kid could talk, could communicate, and yet he had multiple quirks? In the ten seconds Shouta had seen him, he was witness to flight, phase-shifting, glowing, cryokinesis, a green energy beam, and immunity to Shouta’s quirk.

And yet, the kid wasn’t a nomu. He had intelligence. He seemed like he could have been a regular teen. A glowing one, sure, but a regular teen nonetheless.

So how did he end up with multiple quirks? And how did he become the Illusionist’s latest target? The Illusionist had only ever targeted homeless adults before. How did this teen get caught up in the mix?

Unless he was homeless himself.

The ringing stopped, and a tentative voice picked up from the other line. “Sensei?”

Shouta breathed a sigh of relief. “Shinso, I need you to come to the field. I’ll send you a location. We need your quirk.”

“My quirk?” Shinso asked, disbelief evident in his voice.

One day Shouta would crack through that massive layer of insecurity Shinso still clung onto about his quirk.

“Illusionist hit a kid with multiple quirks. We can’t get near him and he’s resistant to my quirk. We need you to subdue him. Put him to sleep.”

“Okay. I’ll be there soon.”

“Sending a location now.”

Shouta hung up and forwarded his location before darting over to the scene, using the sound of the kid’s frantic attacks as his GPS.

His feet pounded on the concrete. His quirk and capture weapon may have been useless against the kid, but that was fine. All he had to do was stall for time before Shinso could subdue him.

There was a loud bang, followed by a crash. Shouta skidded around the block and, using his weapon, launched himself onto a nearby roof.

There was a large hole in the side of a building that thankfully appeared to be empty. Dust clouded the air, but through it Shouta could see the kid backing into the building like a cornered animal, his arms raised and glowing a threatening acid green.

Kumai woods stepped forward slowly, his arms raised above his head. “We don’t want to hurt you!

“Don’t—don’t come another step!” The teen growled, stumbling to the side. His voice had an odd, echoing quality to it. “I’ve escaped your stupid compound once, and I’ll do it again!”

Shouta jumped down from the roof, landing in front of the heroes. He crouched down, trying to appear as non threatening as possible. “What compound?”

The kid let out a bitter laugh. “Don’t act stupid! You were gloating enough last time!”

“We’re not going to take you to a compound,” Kumai Woods tried.

But reasoning with someone under the Illusionist’s influence was futile. Heroes and police officers had attempted it before, and it never worked.

“I’m not an idiot! I know what you do to people like me!”

Shouta froze, alarm bells going off in his head. Something was just... wrong. On a fundamental level, something wrong had happened to this kid. And based on the way his eyes darted around the empty room, he looked about a second away from making an escape.

Okay, Shouta had to stall. If the kid thought that the heroes were kidnappers, then maybe he could draw this out.

He tilted his head questioningly. “Sorry, I’m new here.” He felt his coworkers’ eyes burning against the back of his skull. “I wasn’t here for the last time.”

The kid’s distorted eyes locked onto him. “I’m sure you’ve read the reports.”

“Haven’t had time, actually. This is my first day.”

“You’re still wearing the suit. You’re still with them.”

Shouta stared at him for a moment. The kid’s stark white hair floated as if defying gravity, and the glow around him had almost an ethereal presence. But what stood out the most to him was his clothing. He was dressed like something out of a laboratory. His suit was thin and rubbery, with rubber gloves and boots to match.

He was definitely the product of a science experiment. There was no doubt about it. Likely a trafficked kid taken from another country and transported here for human experimentation.

Aizawa felt sick.

“Where are you from?” he asked.

“You know where.”

“I told you, this is my first day. I just moved here. I don’t know you yet.”

Apparently, that wasn’t good enough for the teen. “I’m not saying anything. You can ask Operative K over there.” He nodded towards Best Jeanist.

“What sorts of things did they do to you? Last time?”

“I—I don’t—” the teen stuttered, the green glow flickering out from his fists. He clamped his hands over his ears. “Shut up!”

“I don’t want to do those things,” Shouta continued. “I don’t want to...use you like that.”

“It doesn’t matter. If you’re with them, you’re here to take me. And I can’t, I can’t do that again. I’ll never let you take me. I’m smarter than your whole organization and you know it.” His eyes brightened with a frantic energy, warping until one eye was green and the other blue. “I’ve escaped from your stupid white compound once, and I’ll do it again.”

Aizawa rose slowly.

This wasn’t looking good.

Hurry up, Shinsho.

The kid raised his arms, and a swirling mass of green and blue encased his fist, traveling up his forearms and swallowing his elbows. It pulsated and grew, casting a shadow over the teen’s face.

“Eraserhead!” Hound Dog warned.

“I’m not going quietly.”

Shouta readied himself to dodge when a flash of purple caught his eye.

“Hey kid!” Shinso called out.

Glowing green and blue snapped over to the source of the new voice. “What?” he hissed.

Shouta could almost see the satisfied smirk under Shinso’s mask.

“Go to sleep.”

The effect was immediate. The mass of energy faded from the kid’s hands, leaving only his natural white glow. He lowered himself to the ground until his toes were touching the cement, then his knees, and finally his head. Then, just when his eyes fluttered close, a white ring appeared at his waist, traveling up his body replacing the glowing, ethereal teen with a small European looking boy.

“Whoa,” Shinso breathed.

Despite the protests behind him, Shouta slowly made his way over to the teen. His white hair had changed to black, and his skin had lost its glow completely. His laboratory clothes had been replaced with ripped jeans and a dirty white and red shirt.

He looked...plain. Boring and scrawny. If Shouta hadn’t witnessed the terrifying figure just moments ago, he could have passed the boy off as just a quirkless kid.

Whatever he was, he was asleep.

“Good job, Hitoshi,” he said, turning back around to face the heroes. Not to his surprise, his husband and other child were among the group. “Present Mic, Todoroki,” he greeted.

Hizashi—ever the optimist—gave Shouta a cheerful wave along with a chipper, “Hello!” while Shouto stood quietly behind the heroes.

“Who is he?” Shinso asked, eyeing the sleeping teen warily.

Best Jeanist made his way over to the group. “Some kid with multiple quirks. Likely from experimentation. With his amount of quirks, we have no idea what he’s like mentally. We need to get him to the police.”

“We sent them your location already. They should be here soon,” Hizashi said.

“Good.”

Shouta gave the kid one last glance.

What happened to him?

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It didn’t take long before the police, led by Detective Tsukauchi, arrived at the scene. They were able to get the kid into quirk inhibitors, load him into the back of a car, and bring him into the station before he woke up.

Yamada brought the boys back home before meeting him at the station. Shouta made a mental note to grab Shinsho his favorite take-out meal tomorrow for his immaculate quirk usage.

When they arrived at the station, they brought a couch into one of the interrogation rooms, put the kid on it, and waited.

Shouta almost felt bad for him. It would have been scary for anyone to wake up after a traumatic hallucination wearing quirk inhibitors in a cold, unfeeling room. But unfortunately, nobody had known the extent of his quirks. Victim or not, he was still unstable.

Aside from sitting upright, the kid hadn’t moved an inch, and he couldn’t seem to be able to pass the inhibitors through his body like he had with Shouta’s capture weapon.

Which was good. That meant that the quirk inhibitors were doing their job.

Shouta stared at him through the one-way mirror. He’d been half expecting the same frantic energy from the teen boy as before, but the teen just sat there quietly. His slumped body language screamed resigned, while his eyes were slowly shifting around the room as if to memorize every speck of dust in the air.

“You would never suspect that kid would have multiple quirks,” Yamada said next to him. “He just looks so...tiny.”

Aizawa took a large gulp of his much-needed coffee. “And yet, he does.”

The door behind them opened, and a woman stepped through. She stopped in front of Detective Tsukauchi. “He’s not registered. We scanned the database and found no record of anyone with multiple quirks that fit his description. In addition, we ran the sample of the green substance from his projection quirk and couldn’t find any matches to any known compounds on record. We’ve sent the samples out for further testing.”

“No matches?” Shouta asked.

“Interesting.” Detective Tsukauchi said. He turned towards the interrogation room’s door. “I believe it’s time to talk to our victim. Suzuki, I want you to stay outside. I think having more than one adult in the room may scare him off. Use your quirk, though. I have a feeling our victim may be a bit wary.”

The woman nodded and stationed herself next to Shouta. She stared at the boy, blinked, and then her eyes began to glow.

“It’s showtime.”

The moment the doorknob moved, the black haired teen’s body language shifted to something more alert, more guarded. His blue eyes tracked Tsukauchi’s movements until the detective had sat down in his metal chair.

“Hello,” he said. “I’m Detective Tsukauchi. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble today. Would you like some water?”

The teen didn’t respond.

“Do you remember what happened?”

Based on previous victims’ responses, they had always been able to remember the hallucinations, but they couldn’t recall their actions or where they were during those times.

“It’s okay if you don’t. Again, you’re not in trouble.”

But the kid wasn’t relaxing. If anything, he looked more guarded than before. “If I’m not in trouble, then why am I here?”

“You were hit by a quirk,” he explained. “Have you heard of the Illusionist?”

The teen shifted. “Maybe.”

“He’s a villain who makes people experience their worst fears.”

A spark of recognition hit the boy’s eyes, but it was quickly masked by the previous reserved expression. “So I got hit.”

“Yes. So far his targets have all been random attacks.” Tsukauchi opened his manila folder, pulling out photographs and handing them to the teen. “This was from earlier tonight. Do you remember any of this?”

He scanned the photographs, and Aizawa watched as the color drained from the teen’s face. He stared at the folder in silence for a moment before his shaky voice said, “If I’m not in trouble, I’d like to leave.”

“We just have a few questions we’d like to ask in order to help us catch him.”

“I want to leave.”

Detective Tsukauchi seemed unphased by the kid’s request. “Alright, can I get your name? We can call your parents to come pick you up.”

As expected, the teen didn’t like this. He shoved the photographs back into Tsukauchi’s hands, leaned back against the couch, and crossed his arms. “I’m eighteen. Can I go now?”

“He’s lying,” Detective Suzuki whispered next to them.

Recognition sparked in Shouta’s brain. He remembered her, she had a Lie Detection quirk. It was quite useful for police work.

“In that case, we were unable to obtain any record of any adult with your quirk combinations. Japanese law dictates that every citizen must be registered in our quirk database. So if you are unregistered, then we’d need to go through the registration process before we can release you.”

“I’m not a Japanese citizen.”

“You here on vacation?”

The kid glared to the wall. “Something like that.”

“American?”

“Yeah.”

“How long have you been visiting?”

The teen shrugged.

Tsukauchi jotted something down in his notebook. “Then I’d need to see your passport and visitor’s documentation for the official record, since you are now a victim in an ongoing investigation.”

The teen’s eyes narrowed, and he slumped down further into the cushion. “I don’t have any.”

“What happened to it?”

The teen shrugged.

Yamada leaned into Shouta’s ear. “He’s backed into a corner.”

“Yup,” Shouta took another swig at his coffee. “He can’t get out of this one.”

The teen huffed, frustration and a tint of fear strewn across his features. He ran a hand through his messy black hair. “Listen, can I just go? I don’t remember anything, okay? I was just sleeping and then all of the sudden I...I...he got me. But I swear I wasn’t doing anything, and I didn’t see his face.”

Detective Tsukauchi nodded compassionately. “I’m very sorry that this happened to you. It’s a very vivid and traumatic experience to go through. Unfortunately, we’re in a bit of a bind currently seeing as you are either an unregistered quirk user, or you have no proof that you’re in this country legally. Now if it’s true that you’re eighteen, we can’t let you leave without contacting the US embassy to get your identification.”

Any color left in the teen’s face vanished. “What if...what if they can’t identify me?”

“Can’t identify you? For what reason?”

The teen stood suddenly and walked over to the wall. His hands trembled, and he looked downright terrified.

Who was he scared of?

He picked at the ragged hem of his shirt. “I don’t—I’m not exactly…they—they just don’t know I exist.”

Shouta glanced at Suzuki, who seemed perplexed.

“Is he telling the truth?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Suzuki said. “I don’t know how it’s possible, but he at least believes that he doesn’t have citizenship in Japan or the United States.”

“Even though he’s American.”

“Exactly.”

Aizawa’s brows furrowed, and he looked back at the teen, who was pressed up against the wall wringing his wrists with his fingers.

“Can you give me your name?” Detective Tsukauchi asked.

The teen bit his lip. “Uh it’s—it’s…” His voice was strangled. “It’s Danny Fenton.”

“He’s telling the truth.”

Detective Tsukauchi gave him a comforting smile. “Okay, Danny. And do you know where you were born?”

“Uh…The United States.”

“But, and correct me if I’m wrong, you have no birth certificate? And no documentation to show legal entry to Japan?”

“I—yeah.”

“And you’re here in Japan now. Where have you been staying exactly?”

Danny’s eyes darted around the room. “I don’t know...around?”

“Okay,” Detective Tsukauchi shut his manila folder and stood. “Again, you’re not in trouble. You were a victim of a very serious crime, and we’re here to help you. I’m going to make a quick call, and I’ll be right back. The door’s unlocked if you need anything.”

If anything, that only made Danny look more anxious than before. He nodded, his face sheet white, and he tugged at the inhibitors on his wrists.

“What’s gonna happen to him?” Yamada asked quietly. He was dressed in his civilian clothes, and his hair was thrown up into a messy low bun. Without his uniform, his compassion towards the child shined out like a beacon.

It was one of the many qualities that Shouta loved about him. His strong sense to protect the innocent, his caring nature to kids and those who were vulnerable in society, and the kindness he radiating from his being were qualities that were rare even among heroes.

“We’ll contact the US embassy, but if the boy’s telling the truth and he doesn’t have a social security number or birth certificate, then he’ll get picked up by Musutafu’s social services and he’ll be put into the system.”

Yamada stared sadly at the child through the mirror. “He’ll just run away again.”

“He will,” Shouta agreed.

“I wish we could help him.”

Shouta sighed. “We can’t save everyone.”

“But you see it, don’t you?” Yamada asked. “There’s something going on that the kid’s not telling us. How else could he have gotten multiple quirks? Do you think it has anything to do with the League?”

Shouta glanced back at Danny, who was currently crouched against the wall with his head in his hands. He looked so small, so fragile. Aizawa could only wonder what events had led him here.

Just who was Danny Fenton?

“Shouta, we can’t let him out on his own. We just can’t.”

Shouta sighed, running his thumb along the side of his coffee cup. “I know,” he said.

And he meant it.

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“So…” Shouta started.

Danny just looked tired.

It had been a long night. Detective Tsukauchi got a hold of the US embassy’s emergency line, but they didn’t have any records of a Danny Fenton that had left the United States, nor did they have a single missing children’s report of a Danny Fenton, nor could they supposedly dig up any information of a Danny Fenton based on the information that Danny himself supplied, specifically that he was born in Illinois in a city called Amity Park.

It was as if he didn’t exist.

Detective Suzuki’s quirk was powerful, and it didn’t seem like Danny was able to fool it. After he met her and she explained her quirk to him, he finally admitted he was only fifteen. So then who was this kid? If he was from Amity Park, why did the United States have no record of him?

The heroes knew he had parents, but apparently—and Suzuki confirmed this—they’d disowned him, giving him to some shady organization. Danny wouldn’t say to who ended up with custody of him, but from what they’d been able to piece together, it hadn’t been good.

And any further digging just resulted in Danny clamming up.

So Danny was a runaway, one that apparently didn’t exist in either country he had lived in. And there was something out there that had terrified him into escaping to Musutafu and hiding here.

But he wouldn’t say what.

Regardless, the Musutafu police department now had a case of a minor in Japan who didn’t have any parents, guardians, or any known relatives in the country, nor did he have any record of housing at any point.

It was as if this kid were a ghost or something.

“What’s gonna happen to me?” Danny asked, hugging himself in his chair.

He seemed smaller up close. Too small.

“Well, social services will take you and place you in foster care,” Shouta responded.

“Oh…” Danny looked down. “You know...you’ve seen my powers. I’ll just disappear the moment we leave this building.”

Shouta raised his brows.

Of course, they all knew it. But the kid certainly had guts for admitting it out loud.

“Who are you running from?” Shouta asked.

Danny blinked at his bluntness. “No one.”

Shouta leaned in. “Is it the League of Villains? Are you connected with them?”

Danny’s arms shot out from his sides, waving frantically in front of his face. “No! No, I swear! I’m not a villain!”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I…” Danny looked lost.

“You have multiple quirks. That’s something the league’s been experimenting with. And they’re not shy about using real people to do so.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say. I’ve never met them.”

“But you weren’t born with multiple quirks,” Shouta said. “Something happened that made you this way.”

He could see as all the pieces slowly crumbled inside Danny. The kid went from looking confused, to downright terrified.

Bingo.

Aizawa’s instincts never failed him.

“Please, just let me go,” Danny begged. “I promise I won’t do anything. Please don’t hurt me.”

Shouta’s eyes widened. “Kid, slow down. I’m not here to hurt you. Okay? I’m on your side.”

That didn’t seem to help Danny at all.

Shouta set his arms on the table where Danny could see them. “You know, one of my foster kids has multiple quirks.” It was a half lie, but he didn’t think that Shouto would mind.

Sure enough, that seemed to pique Danny’s interests. “Really?”

“Yeah. Great kid, about your age. His father was experimenting with creating children who could house multiple quirks to offset his own quirk’s disadvantages, and my foster son came out of it. Just like you, he spent a lot of his life hiding too. He was alone, and scared. He didn’t know what to do or who he could trust, so he just hid.”

“What changed?” Danny asked.

“He asked for help,” Shouta said. “And we were able to bring him into a stable home.”

Danny’s eyes clouded over, and his face transformed into one of longing. As if he were visiting a memory that had long since abandoned him.

“We can get you that help too if you ask for it.”

“I...I can’t…”

Shouta sighed. “How long are you going to keep hiding? Running? Are you really okay with spending the rest of your life out on the streets?”

Danny ducked his head down. “It’s not so bad,” he muttered.

“But kid, you deserve so much more than that.”

The teen’s shoulders shuddered. He sniffed, and his hand shot up to wipe his eye.

Shouta refused to look away from him. “I don’t know how you got here, I have no idea what you’ve been through, but I know that you didn’t deserve it, and that regardless of what you think, you deserve a safe place to go home to.”

“I...I…” he croaked, curling into himself. Tears splashed onto his cheeks.

“You’re strong, you’ve done so much alone. Now we can help you.”

“I can’t…”

“You can, Danny.”

At that, Danny broke. He squeezed his eyes shut, twisting his hoodie in his hands. Shouta watched as he tried to muffle his sobs, but he couldn’t. His body shook as his emotions poured into the open.

Shouta didn’t know how long this kid had been holding it all in. Just how many days, weeks, months had he been shoving everything down, too focused on surviving each day to be able to stop and feel?

Pain stabbed Shouta’s heart. He remembered that torment all too well, one of homelessness, of abuse, of not knowing where his next meal was coming from and fighting for the bare necessities. Although he wasn’t so much of a soft, touchy-feely guy himself, right now he wanted nothing more than to reach over and hug the crying teen.

When it seemed like Danny was finally able to pull himself together, Shouta leaned in and asked, “Will you let me help you, Danny?”

Danny scrubbed at his eyes and nodded.

“If you want,” he said, making sure to articulate each word clearly. “I can assist you in getting placed in a good home. There’s another option too.”

“Yeah?”

“The other option is you can stay with me.”

Danny stilled, his eyes shooting open and his lips dropping to form a small ‘o’.

“My husband and I have a city approved foster home, and we also happen to have an open bed at the moment. Given your unique situation, I have the option of housing you if you’ll let me.”

Danny didn’t respond. He just continued to stare at Shouta in shock.

“Of course,” Shouta said quickly. “If you are uncomfortable with that, and it’s okay if you are, there are other good foster homes out there that I personally know and can get you placed in. It’s whatever you prefer.”

The teen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he finally looked back at Shouta, he had that same longing expression as before. “If it’s alright...could I stay with you? At least for a little while?”

The corners of his lips tugged up. He remembered all too well when Yamada turned to him just before Shouta was about to age out of the foster system and asked him if he wanted to move in together. He remembered the shock, the surprise that anyone could possibly care that much about him, that anyone would want to live with him.

And now, he had a family. One that was about to become a little bigger.

“Of course. I’d love to have you.”

---

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bluecookies02 · 3 years

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Dabi x Reader x Hawks

It was always the three of us-NSFW

summary: DabiHawks is already established and the two of them are dating. You've been their best friend for years and them getting together feels like two heartbreaks at once. But- Take a guess man I dunno...I'm under the impression tht they like you too🤷‍♀️

❗️warnings❗️: slight angst (only the begging, your heart will be fine I promise), eating out, threesome, double penetration, creampie, praise...sex?

word count: 3k

Edited 13. January 2021

You're sick of it.

There's always a bittersweet taste on your tongue when the three of you hang out now.

Nothing really changed if you were trying to look at it objectively.

They still talked to you like before.

Invited you over, chilled with you, fuck even watched movies and cuddled with you.

Yet there was a string being pulled at your heart every time they kissed in front of you, held hands, whispered to each other...

You were watching a stupid comedy, your eyes blankly looking at the screen while you tried not to focus on the way their fingers tangled together, drawing small circles over each other's knuckles as they laughed at the screen.

Their hands were on the pillow that was placed in your lap, your small form in between them.

You try to focus back on the movie, ignoring the sound of cloud nine laughter that filled your ears.

You missed half of the scenes already, you can't make yourself watch it at this point, so you zone out again, falling down the rabbit hole you always find yourself in.

"Songbird, everything alright?" Keigo's worried voice snaps your attention back to reality, his brows furrowed as he stares at your glistening eyes. You don't know how much time passed but you didn't know you were so close to crying until his voice snapped you out of it.

Dabi's hands find purchase of your cheek, turning your face to him so that he could see what made Hawks turn off the TV.

You're met with blue eyes, a look of utter concern causing your skin to crawl, making it hard to fight the urge to punch something, anything.

"Talk to us doll, you know we're here" your heart shatters in pieces, hot tears piling up until they began to freely fall down your face, your fists clutching the pillow, your knuckles turning white.

They've seen you cry many times before, both of their arms flying around you to hold you tight, but your arms pushed and nagged at theirs, your small body shaking and kicking them away.

The fucking nicknames, the closeness of their bodies made you feel like you were suffocating, finally being able the breathe once they let go and you ended up on your feet.

You took a large gulp of air. You've practiced this. Replayed the sentence over and over until you learned how to say it even through tears. At this point, you couldn't keep stitching your heart up every time you spent time with then.

"I can't hang out with you guys anymore" it felt like a weight being lifted off your shoulders until you looked back at them. You're gonna do this and then cry when you get back home. You got this.

"What the fuck? Why?" Dabi was the first one to speak, standing up and coming closer to you until you stepped away.

He grits his teeth and stays in place, Keigo's fingers pulling the hem of his sleeves to let you have your space.

"I...I think we at least deserve an explanation...yeah?" Keigo's broken voice surged through the room, Dabi's hand reaching out to his in an act of comfort.

Your eyes burned through their hands but you nodded nonetheless.

"After I say this I don't want to hear a word from any of you. Not a single one of pity or comfort or any of that." they hesitantly agreed, Hawks pulling Dabi back on the couch.

You began nervous laughing ,fighting the new wave of tears as you opened your mouth to speak.

"So. Haha...fuck...I'm in love with you guys. Fucking hilarious right" your forced laughter burned their ears, making them cringe.

"It was a really great time for a long while wasn't it?" you joked, clapping your hands together and squinting your eyes. You have no idea who you'll be without them, but you'll have to find out.

Two pairs of arms tackled you, almost making you fall to the floor, your feet losing balance as they held you up. You want to fight, yet you know you can't win, so your body settles for shutting down, you're ears buzzing and doing their best to cancel out any words they're about to let out.

"You're the dumbest bitch I know" Dabi mumbled into your hair, pulling you into his chest as Keigo's hands stayed on your hips. "You're such an idiot" Dabi lets out again, soothingly petting your back in an effort to calm you down.

You were a mess, mumbling confused nonsense, almost offended until Hawks reached for your chin, turning your head to him and smashing his lips against yours.

"It was always the three of us wasn't it doll?" Dabi questioned, pushing Keigo's face away and kissing you deeply.

Hawks tried to act annoyed for a second, fluffing his feathers and puffing up his cheeks before a smile fought onto his lips.

Your brain was running laps against your skull, everything feeling dizzy as you gripped at the hem of their shirts.

Dabi finally pulled away, his mouth hanging open as he caught his breath.

You thought about this possibility every passing second of your days, a small part of you hoping for something you deemed irrational. Yet it made sense, their hot breaths against your neck and airy laughs against your skin sending goosebumps all over to your tippy toes.

"Be ours, songbird" you only managed to nod, hiding your face in your hands as now happy tears welled up.

Two hot mouths kissed your knuckles, moving your fingers aways and pecking both of your cheeks and eyelids. You open your eyes, blinking the tears away.

A pair of red wings wrapped around all three of you, squeezing and flapping excitedly. They talked about this, dreamed about this, hell they won't go to the extent that they fantasized about you, and they are so mad that you had to go through this before they gathered the balls to do something about it.

You watched the two kiss sweetly, squishing you between them. A quiet moan leaves your lips when you see Dabi reaching a hand around Keigo's neck, his large palm plastered over his throat, his fingertips lightly pressing down when Hawks tried to pull away.

Your body shivered, your arms lending up to tug at the hero's hair, feasting on the small pants that left his lips when you latched onto his neck. He doesn't know whose lips he would rather chase as both of you move away.

Dabi fights against the wings, glaring at Keigo to let both of you go.

When he reluctantly complies, Dabi is quick to pick you up and drape you over his shoulder, smacking your ass and chuckling when he hears your scream. It certainly lightens the mood.

Hawks follows behind the two of you, skipping steps and closing the door behind Dabi when he enters the bedroom. He's like an overgrown puppy, excitedly waiting for a treat.

Your back hits the cushion, the villain's shirt being stripped off him by Keigo's rushing hands.

You're already rubbing your thighs together, mouth-watering as you catch a glimpse of his abs.

You don't have that much time to enjoy the view, since his hands are on you in seconds, gripping at the hem of your sweater. You sit up, raising your arms to help him out, your shirt following suit and flying to the floor carelessly. The blonde kneels on the bed, joining Dabi.

Heated hands cup your breasts kneading at the flesh while his mouth latches onto your nipple.

Hawks scoffs at his greedy boyfriend, lowering himself to your neck, mouthing at the skin as your body jolts after a particularly rough bite to your flesh. Keigo is definitely the gentle one, kissing your skin and humming softly while he takes his sweet time with you.

"He's going too fast isn't he little birdie?"

You're not sure if you can answer it...it's too much of both fast and slow, your nerves getting the best of you as he waits for your response .

Hawks gets it, he does...but he still wants to give an option of slowing down, tangling his fingers in his boyfriends hair and pulling him away only slightly.

Dabi's pierced tongue lolls out, giving a teasing flick at your hardening nub, followed by more as he swirls it around, grinning and looking up at you. The contrast of the hot tip of his tongue and the metal sending your brain into an overdrive.

He's still held back by Keigo, but he doesn't fight the pull, instead he finds himself unbearably hard from being bossed around like this.

You pull him back by the nape of his neck, Hawks' grip loosening so that you can stuff his mouth full of your plump flesh.

That is enough of an answer to him.

Keigo's fingers trail your stomach, ghosting over your belly before going to the buttons of your pants. He waits for a few moments, leaning his forehead against yours, pecking your lips before moving in between your legs.

Once you lightly nod, he unbuttons them with ease, moving down to pull them off your legs.

You look down at Dabi, eyeing the numerous hickeys on your tits. He looks up, darting his tongue out and licking over the bruised marks, smirking when you swallow over the lump in your throat. Your skin there is now mostly purple and red, some patches even grazed with small specks of blood threatening to seep out.

You hear a ruffle of feathers, a blush plastered across Keigo's cheeks as he inches his hand closer to your panties. He can see how wet you are, the material sopping up your arousal. His touch is gentle but heavenly good, his fingers gliding between your clothed folds.

Keigo's free hand grips the bulge in his pants, trying to ease some of the pressure by pressing on it.

Dabi moves to sit behind you, spreading his legs for your tiny form and pulling you against his chest. He had his fill for now and he wants to watch the show. He knows Hawks looks pretty with his mouth full.

He lifts you up so that the hero can slip the panties off, sitting you back down and spreading your legs once the layer isn't in the way anymore.

Cold air hits your exposed heat, your pussy clenching around nothing. You would be ashamed if you didn't hear the low growl coming from Hawks as he settled his face between your thighs. You smell fucking delicious, blood rushing to his ears as he takes a look at your sex.

His wings tighten against his back before spreading out when he takes the first lick. You lean all of your weight onto Dabi when Keigo's hands dig into the back of your thighs, opening them out as he starts lapping at your cunny.

Dabi's breath hits your ear, a shudder rumbling through his chest when your pliant body humps against the blonde's tongue. His large hands snake up to play with your breasts, kneading the tortured nub between his fingers as he ghosts over the marks he left on you.

Turning your head to him, you pull him in a kiss, moaning when Keigo circles two digits over your sex.

You impatiently wiggle your hips to push them in, combing your fingers into his hair to will him on.

Dabi's arm is now securely wrapped around your belly, holding you tight while he explores your mouth, his piercing clicking against your teeth.

You taste like everything he needs and more, his bulge throbbing in his sweats and against your body, impatient to finally have you.

"Hawks." his voice is stern but begging, urging his boyfriend to stretch you out already.

You're already so wet, and the two digits slip in and out with ease, your juices gushing in Keigo's palm all while his tongue doesn't stop swirling at your clit.

Dabi impatiently slips his cock out of his sweats, raising you up to push against Kei's fingers.

Hawks scolds him, but pulls out nonetheless, guiding Dabi's length over your slit, silking him up in his own spit. You mewl when he prodes at your entrance, biting your lip as you wait for the stretch.

It burns, but you feel so heavenly full, His large cock pushing to the hilt in one slow thrust, His tip fitting snuggly against your cervix.

Dabi's breathing is ragged and heavy on your shoulder, his eyes shut tight as he savors the warmth of your cunt.

"Fuck Keigo, you have no idea what you're missing out on."

You look down at the blonde, his tongue darting out to lick along Dabi's base, going between his cock and your pussy, mouthing at where the two of you connect.

Hawks is somewhat keeping his cool but his cock humps against the bed, his whole body swaying as if he's dragging his dick along your skin.

Dabi slowly ruts into you, deep and torturous. Your eyes widen when you feel a finger try to push in, the villains' movement coming to a stop as he tries to comfort you. Tears start pricking in your eyes, your legs trying desperately to close as you urge them to stay open. You want it, you truly fucking do, but when you feel another try to slip past your tight walls you're not sure if you're gonna stay conscious. There's already no place left just from Dabi alone and shit, you feel like screaming.

"Please baby, I promise it'll feel better soon, can you be a good girl for us hmmm?I believe in you..." Keigo's voice rings in your ears, your half-lidded eyes looking at your stretched pussy, watching the fingers pump knuckles deep in and and out, dragging between Dabi's cock and your walls.

You're so fucking wet and covered in slick, your folds glossy in your essence, pooling around Dabi's shaft.

A warm hand rests on your belly, easing your muscles, and relaxing you. There's a third finger pushing against the first two, the stretch surprisingly not as painful as the previous.

Keigo leans over you, kissing away the tears that ran down your cheeks, massaging the ravenette's arousal with the pads of his fingers.

"We're so so proud of you dove...Thank you so much" your chest swells with pride, a wide smile adorning your face. You do feel like you're being tricked with these comments but it doesn't matter, they seem to work.

The blonde pulls the other man in a kiss, slipping his fingers out of your core as he aligns his head with your cunt.

Both of them move to each side of your face, placing their lips at the corners of your mouth. You gulp, filling your lungs and holding your breath.

Your hands fist Keigo's shirt, pulling and almost ripping the poor thing apart when he prods the tight rim. Fuck it's so hard to breathe, air practically knocked out of you, your shaky hands wrapping around Hawks.

Inch by inch, he bottoms out, groaning at the tightness around his dick.

Minutes pass by, your boyfriends lavishing and worshiping your skin with kisses and gentle touches, loving every part of you they could reach.

The hero's wings wrap protectively around both of you when he starts moving, his head pressed against your shoulder.

Dabi seems to pick up the pace too, thrusting in as soon as Keigo almost pulls out. The rhythm isn't rushed at first, both of them moaning with each throb of your walls around their lengths.

They're taking their sweet time, angling their hips experimentally, noting the way your body shakes at each perfect plow into your cunt.

It's too good and too much, the knot in your tummy already threatening to snap loose. And the boys are on the verge of their highs too, gradually becoming more and more greedy, not pulling out almost at all, pounding and rutting against your cervix.

Dabi's grip on you tightens, trying to keep your body in place as he and Hawks rock into your pussy. Keigo moves from the crook of your neck, raising his hand to get a hold of the villain's jaw, smashing their lips together .

You're squished in between them as they moan into each other's mouth groaning when they feel you squeezing around them.

They're gonna cream you so good, pump their seed into your hole and make you so so full...you'll never settle for anything less after them and they fucking know it.

Your eyes swell with tears as you feel the knot finally snapping loose, you don't want it to end, you don't want them to ever move away from you but your body works against you, bringing you to the most powerful orgasm you ever felt, surging through your muscles and making them flex and clench.

Both of them look at eachother, eyes wide and blown with lust as they cum at the same time, hot seed coating your walls and leaking down Dabi's shaft.

They're panting, their foreheads touching as they caress your body all over.

"I love you..." Hawks says breathlessly, his eyes closed and his wings folding against his back, giving you all room to move and breathe.

He slips out, causing the rest of their cum to seep out. Dabi scoffs at the mess smeared over his length and thighs, slowly handling your body and moving you off his lap.

Dabi picks you up and Hawks chuckles. "You like carrying them huh?"

It earns him a glare, placing you in the heroes arms and making his way to the bathroom.

"I.Have.My.Own.Cum...Dripping down my ass" he hisses out making Keigo wheeze, almost tumbling over and dropping you.

You can't help but smile, nuzzling your head into your winged boyfriend's shoulder.

Everything clicked in place finally, your eyes closing in comfort as you let them take care of everything...take care of you.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

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tparker48 · 3 years

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Request for alexflo22

As the music played in the stadium, it drowned out the commotion that was going on in the locker room. In one of the isles, the waterboy would have his hands full as number 65 shrunk his body to size of his cleats.

"65, you can't do this! Coach will find out about this!"

"Oh he won't know, cause he won't know where i stashed you" the player plucked him from the ground as he opened the back of his padded pants. Pulling it down, his toned glutes filled the opening as he lowered him down. "You deserve a break waterboy, you're sticking with me" his voice soothed as he poked a finger into them. Driving them both into the crack as the crack he felt sweat coat the inner walls inside. But there was sudden jolt as the waterboy did his best to hold his limbs against the slick walls.

"65, please. Anywhere but in here. Its too rank to breath" they strained as their limbs began to shake underneath the muscles weight. The player sending constant clenches to squeeze them in, but the waterboy would sink. But it wouldn't last for long as the coated sweat would start to make him slip.

"Suck it up squirt, cause you're dealing with it during the whole game. Now get. In." The player began to screw his finger inside as he rotated it from side to side. Their limbs eventually giving way as they sunk the water boy against his sphincter. The sounds of muffles echoed behind him as his shaft began to poke at his padded crotch. "And to make sure you don't get out..." The player fished around inside near his hole as he felt around for their legs. The blubbered muscle sometimes blocking the way as they squished into his finger.

When he finally did find them, he pressed them deeply into his hole as the sphincter clamped down on them. After them, he pushed his fingers ontop of the waterboy's shoulders as he burrowed them deeper into its puckered surface. He only stopped pushing when his ring clench around their neck as he retracted his finger. Fanning off the damped sweat before he pulled back up his pants. Focusing the waterboy's struggles to get free as they wormed inside their analed cocoon.

"Careful waterboy, my ass is sensitive. Would be such a shame for coach to loose you to my insides" tauntly, he puckered his hole folds as he pretended to pull them in. Smiling to himself as he felt the little guy inside wiggle to stay above surface. As he clenched around them more, the sounds of the crowded and the loud speaker would his attention as he made his way to the stadium. "Try not to yell too much. I sweat a lot, so Don't blame me if get drenched in it"

With his glutes grinding together, he stepped out onto the field as he got in his position. Waiting for the balls to go flying. He caught a glimpse at his coach as he fumble to get the other players their water.

"All of you that just got through in the field, take a drink. Make sure to save for others. Waterboy! Where is he? He's always out here when i need"

"Oh he's out here coach, just not where you think" he mumbled to himself. Smirking as he focus on the waterboy inside wiggling from the increased heat by the sun. He leaned a little more as he gazed at the batter about to swing. "Time to play".

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dracowars · 3 years

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could u write where draco and y/n tells scorpius how they met, their relationship etc etc throughout hogwarts ☹️☹️ and scorpius is just like omg :O and maube y/n can be a hufflepuff so like a super cute slytherpuff relationship ARGH (ofc u dont need to do it 👍🏻 no pressure!! have a great day 🤍)

undying love | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x hufflepuff!reader

word count: 1,5k

summary: where draco and y/n tell scorpius about their love story

a/n: i love family tropes :( thank you for sending this in! <3

warnings: none

universe: harry potter

“Mommy, look what I found!”, your son calls for you through the house and shortly afterwards you can hear him coming down the stairs at an unbelievable speed, running to you in the kitchen. With a cup of tea and the latest edition of the Daily Prophet, you sit at the dining table and look at Scorpius as he walks towards you with what looks like a photo in his tiny hands.

“Look, look!”, Scorpius says excitedly while placing the moving picture on the table in front of you. A gentle smile forms on your lips as you take a closer look. The magical photo shows Draco, your friends and you at your graduation from Hogwarts so many years ago. You proudly hold your certificates in front of the camera, the traditional graduation hats on your heads, waiting for the enchanted boats, that took you to Hogwarts prior to the start of your very first year, ready to leave Hogwarts forever.

At the sight, beautiful memories of your school days come up inside of you and you have to hold back a sob until you notice that Scorpius’ big, interested puppy eyes are still on you.

“Yes, that is us, Scorpius darling”, you smile at him gently and pull him onto your lap in order to take a closer look at the picture together.

“But Mommy had completely different hair then!”, Scorpius giggles and points at your former self, which is smiling brightly into the camera with Draco’s arm tightly embracing you and pressing you against him. “And the hats look funny!”

“That is true. The photo was taken several years ago. It was when we graduated from Hogwarts. You know, in a few years, you will be going there too. It is a special school for Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is for young magicians, to teach them everything they need for their life in the Wizarding World”, you explain to your son, whose gaze is still fixed on the photo.

“Mommy and Daddy have been a couple for that long?”, Scorpius marvels at your words and averts his gaze as he shifts on your lap to look up at you. Kissing him on the forehead, you smile and nod.

Before you can tell him more about it, however, the slamming of the front door announces that Draco is back home.

“Daddy!”, Scorpius immediately exclaims excitedly and hops down from your lap, takes the photo from the table and rushes to the entrance. Because of Draco’s following laughter coming from the hallway, Scorpius must have happily thrown himself around his father’s neck as he usually does as a welcome.

With Scorpius in his arms, your husband finally walks into the kitchen while Scorpius is babbling incoherently. Not quite sure what it is about, Draco just smiles before greeting you with a tender kiss before putting Scorpius back down on your lap.

“Look, Daddy! Look what I found! That is you!”, your son giggles and hands Draco the photo. A big grin immediately decorates his lips when he looks at the picture and he sits down at the table with you.

“Oh yes, it really is us. But we were still pretty young then”, Draco chuckles and Scorpius fidgets on your lap, wanting to know as much as possible while leaning forward.

“How was it at Hogmarts?”, Scorpius asks innocently and due to the misnomer, you and Draco can’t help but giggle in unison before Draco softly tousles your son’s white hair, which he naturally inherited from his father.

“It was a great time that I would not want to miss for anything in the world. If I had not gone there, I would have never met Mommy”, Draco explains, getting Scorpius’ full attention. “Just wait until you are eleven years old. You will experience incredible adventures that you would not even dare to dream of right now.”

“Eleven?!”, Scorpius huffs out in shock and puts on an offended expression while crossing his arms in front of his body. “That is too long! I want to go there now.”

“I am afraid you will have to wait a little longer, but I am sure that you will become a great wizard someday”, you reassure Scorpius, although you feel a little nervous inside. Yes, you have had wonderful adventures that ultimately made you stronger. Still, most of them were extremely dangerous, and it was not just once that you skipped death.

“Once you are in Hogwarts, you have to make sure to get into Slytherin”, Draco mentions, earning a shocked expression from you.

“No way! Scorpius will definitely be a Hufflepuff. I mean, look at him!”, you deny your husband’s statement and softly squish your son’s cheeks. “It is in his blood.”

“What is a Slinger and Pufflehuff?”, Scorpius asks interested, looking up at both of you.

“There are four different houses at Hogwarts that every student is placed in during the Sorting Ceremony at the beginning of their first year. I was a Slytherin, the best house there is. You will get into Slytherin if you are resourceful, determined and ambitious. Your mother, however, was in Hufflepuff”, Draco explains to Scorpius, a disparaging tone in his voice as he talks about your house. “Only the uncool children who are patient and loyal go there. Totally boring.”

“Draco!”, you utter out indignantly and give him a slap on the upper arm.

“I want to be a Slytherin”, Scorpius decides and while Draco is obviously happy about this statement, you can only shake your head in disbelief. “But if you do not like Mommy’s house, why did you fall in love?”

In response to Scorpius’ straight forward question, even Draco’s words get stuck in his throat and he does not know what to say next.

“Oh exactly, why did you fall in love with me when I was so extremely boring?”, you mock him playfully, raising your eyebrows as you now look at him expectantly.

“In the end, everyone is the same, no matter what family or house you come from. You must know, Scorpius, your mother actually hated me, but she just could not resist me and my charm”, Draco winks at you while telling his lie – well, maybe not all of it is a lie.

“Your father was really obnoxious when he was younger. Always considered himself the most sublime and someone had to teach him otherwise and get him back to the ground. He really did not like that it was a girl from Hufflepuff who taught him a lesson in the end”, you giggle and make Scorpius laugh with your story.

“That is not funny! Everyone laughed at me after you turned me into a weasel!”

“Wow! You can do that?”, Scorpius asks amazed and turns to you while you reach for your wand that lays on the table, nodding.

“And I could do it again anytime”, you threaten your husband and point the tip of your wand at him, but he does not move a bit.

“You would not dare. Unless you want all your books to fly around your head again”, Draco replies, thus awakening the painful memory of when he had bewitched your books and they literally flew around your head.

“Actually, your father always did all of this to impress me. At some point it might have actually worked”, you continue to tell Scorpius about your love story, a love story which is probably not that common.

“If I had not negotiated an armistice back then by taking you to the Yule Ball, then maybe we would not be here today.”

“And if I had not given you another chance, I would probably never have found out what a great person you actually are”, you smile at him lovingly, while Scorpius just sits in front of you with his mouth wide open, listening intently. “Suddenly, Daddy was very friendly and attentive, he bought me gifts every week until I finally showed mercy and returned his love.”

“What are you even talking about? I clearly had to reciprocate your love, not the other way around!”, Draco intervenes immediately, although you both know exactly that what you said is true. He just wants to look cooler in front of his son.

“Mommy and Daddy loved each other very much and that is why I am here”, Scorpius grins, leaving you two speechless yet again, ending your little argument.

“You are right. And I could not have asked for anything better in my life than your mother, Scorpius. Had she not been there a few times, I would have done very stupid things. I am very grateful that we have found each other and that we now also have you in our life. I could not think of anything more beautiful”, Draco admits, and his demeanor is suddenly so loving and gentle, something he was afraid to show back then. Something you taught him to not hide but to show openly.

“Your father and I, we complete each other. We always did”, you reply as you all take a look at the photo again. “I would even say that we are even happier now than we are in this picture.”

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brightdrawings · 2 years

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Krakens are Hard to Hear Underwater

This is my follow up for my previous entry for @stanuary after seeing a comment on my 3D work by @eregyrn-falls so i hope you guys enjoy it, because I enjoyed writing this. A big thank you to @bluestuffeh for beta reading this for me!

(also on ao3!)

The ocean was quiet, the water was placid. The waves hardly rocked a small row boat that sat alone in the middle of the clear water. It’s bright white paint job made it stand out easily amongst the bright blue of the water around it. It oars stood in their holders, untouched for multiple hours. A fishing rod lay in the boat, it’s hook still in the water, the red and white bobber riding the gentle waves as they came and went. A pair of tan fishing hats, with names lovingly stitched into them lay unworn in the boat.

Had it not been for the hats, anyone passing by would assume that the boat had been abandoned or was lost. However, the truth, as it often is, was much stranger than fiction. No matter how obvious that fiction ended up being.

Several thousand feet below the calm surface, an epic battle was taking place between two old men and a rather vicious kraken. It had many long dark and thick tentacles that swung through the water with little difficulty. It had eyes the size of wrecking balls, its mantle was as tall as an aerial tower; and the beak that lay between its many highway-length tentacles was the size of the very rowboat that floated so far above it.

Comparatively, the old men that were desperately fighting against it were no larger than the typical human. Perhaps a little rounder in some areas than most. However, in their current situations, Stanley and Stanford Pines felt like ants that had wandered into a pesticide enthusiast’s picnic.

The pair of old men wore underwater breathing masks, as they had somehow found the normally rare occurrence of sea monster attacks to be surprisingly common. However this statistic might have been influenced by Stanford’s life long desire to head towards any sea creature, monster or otherwise, that made a blip on his anomaly radar.

If Stanley had the breath, he would currently be threatening to smack some sense into his twin. Unfortunately, he was currently holding on for dear life to one of the savage beast’s tentacles as it waved around angrily, trying to squish him as though he were the world’s smuggest fly. Seeing that the tentacle was headed towards some jagged rocks, Stanley released his hold, letting the tentacle launch him several feet in the water.

Stanley quickly swam towards his brother, who had taken refuge in a nearby cave. He was busy fiddling away with a pistol. The many brightly coloured discs and parts to the weapon made Stanley think his twin had finally lost his marbles and was playing with a children’s toy. There were a couple of sparks as Stanford pulled at multiple wires and to Stanley’s surprise soldered some control panels together. Despite traveling together on the seas for multiple years, Stanley was still finding many different tricks that Stanford had picked up from his travels in the multiverse.

The ground, or rather the cave around them, began to rumble as many tentacles began to slam against the rock face. Despite the limited visibility provided by an underwater cave, Stanley was able to spot multiple cracks appearing on the ceiling above them. He grabbed his brother and kicked off against the ground. Stanford wriggled against his hold, but Stanley tightened his grasp, swimming his way out of the cave just as the roof began to collapse. Seeing how close to being crushed he was, Stanford stopped fighting his brother’s hold and helped him swim the pair of them to relative safety.

Stanford worked quickly, poking multiple parts of his pistol with the soldering iron. Sending small sparks in the water. Stanley tried his best to weave through the tentacles as he dragged Stanford to safety. He silently prayed that the monster would not notice him swimming out of the cave. A tentacle slammed behind him, narrowly missing Stanford. Another slammed right in front of Stanley, trapping the pair in place. “If you have a gizmo to save us now would be the time!” Stanley said. Unfortunately, due to his mask his twin could not hear him.

With a finishing jab Stanford cocked his space gun and pointed it at the rock wall beside them and pulled the trigger. Instantly the pair were rocketed away from the wall and out of the creature’s clutches. Just in time as the cave seemed to completely collapse from the wrath of the monster’s tentacles. Stanley felt his clothes pulling back from their weight as he was rocketed forward. Soon they were in the open sea and safe from the creature, for now.

Looking down Stanley could see that his brother had propelled them a good hundred or so feet above the creature. Stanley finally released his grasp on his twin, who wore a smug grin. Stanley rolled his eyes as Stanford threw him the pistol. He raised his eyebrow, looking between the pistol and his brother.

Stanford tugged on his gloves, lighting up the six fingertips on them. He then punched the palm of his hand before pointing at his own eyes and then the creature. As the realization dawned upon Stanley, a wicked smile spread across his wrinkled cheeks. Reaching into his inner coat pocket, he quickly equipped his left hand with his trusted knuckle dusters.

Nodding towards one another, the twins swam apart. Stanley used the pistol to propel himself through the water, weaving between the monster’s tentacles. Meanwhile Stanford stealthy swam towards the monster’s mantle, his gloves glowing with a faint cyan light. He watched his brother avoid the tentacles like a fly avoiding the hands of a family trying to enjoy their picnic. He could only imagine how happy his brother was to be in his element, being as annoying as possible.

The moment Stanford saw that Stanley was in a good position, he clasped both gloved hands into the beast’s mantle, shocking it’s soft body. Seeing how the tentacles had grown slack, Stanley took his chance and turned the pistol behind him and rocketed towards the Monster’s eye, his fist outstretched like the nose of the world’s smuggest rocket.

Stanley was inches from the monster’s giant yellow eye, he could feel the thrum of the pistol in his hand as he grew closer. ‘Any second now and you’ll be sorry you ever messed with the Pines’ he thought. But the eye did not grow any closer. It took a moment but Stanley felt something wrap tightly around his waist and drag him away. He blinked and beside him was his brother, also wrapped in a thick tentacle.

The creature let out a scream from its beak that shook the ground beneath it. Stanley could feel it’s cry in his bones. It pulled them towards its beak. Thinking back, he did not expect himself to meet his end in the beak of some oversized sea creature. But if he was going down he wasn’t going down without a fight.

He struggled against the tentacle that bound him. He could see his brother doing the same, struggling to release his hands to shock the beast once more. But it was all pointless as it tightened its grip on the twins. Closing his eyes Stanley braced for the worst.

“Bruno. Stop this at once!” Commanded a voice with a heavy spanish accent.

The twins, realizing that they were not in fact torn to pieces by a monster’s giant beak; opened their eyes and slowly turned towards the origin of the voice.

They were met with the sight of a young Merman. He looked no older than the 16 year old great niblings that were waiting for the old men to return home. He had long flowing hair that reached past his waist and flowed behind him like a dark brown cape. His tail shimmered a bright green like the emerald sea; and he wore a red shell on a string around his neck. A gold crown sat upon his head.

He swam down past the twins and looked the monster in the eye.

“El hecho de que estés molesto no te da derecho a lastimar a extraños. Eso es muy grosero de tu parte.” He said quickly. He shook his head in disappointment.

The merman pointed at Stanley and Stanford. “Suéltalos Bruno, ya has causado suficientes problemas.”

The monster gave a sad squeak.

“I will not repeat myself.” The merman crossed his arms.

The monster released the men and turned away, tucking its tentacles beneath itself. It looked like it was sulking.

The merman swam over to the two men. He reached for his necklace with one hand, and opened his other, pointing his palm at the twins. He muttered quietly before a pair of bubbles wrapped around Stanley and Stanford’s heads. Their breathing masks beeped, indicating the presence of oxygen gas. Gazing carefully at the merman, Stanford reached into his bubble and removed his mask. Breathing freely for the first time in multiple hours.

Stanley followed suit, enjoying the ability to breath without the uncomfortable mask covering his nose. He turned to face his savior with a suspicious eye.

“Greetings humans, my name is Mermando.” The merman gave a small bow. “The Prince of the merpeople.”

“Stan Pines.” Stanley said.

“Stanford Pines.” Stanford added.

“Pines? You would not be related to that angel who walks on land Mabel Pines would you?” Mermando asked, a spark of joy entering his eyes.

“Yes, she’s our niece.” Stanford nodded.

Mermando turned back to the monster and gave it a disappointed look. “To think my beloved Mabel’s family almost met such a terrible fate.” Mermando clasped his hands together. “Please, accept my most humble apologies.”

“No need for apologies” Stanford waved a hand.

“What exactly was that ‘terrible fate’.” Stan pointed his chin towards the monster that was still sulking.

“That is Bruno, he is the pet of my manatee princess bride. However he has a habit of escaping whenever he is bored. Which, unfortunately, due to our many duties as royalty is very often.” Mermando said, hanging his head.

“All of that was playing?” Stanley asked in disbelief. “He kidnapped us from our boat and almost crushed us!”

“Yes, my bride’s family have been known to partake in rough play.” Memrando said.

“Well, since all of that’s out of the way, can we get back to the surface? I was trying to catch some dinner before Mr. Tall, ugly and grabby dragged us down.” Stanley pointed his thumb at Bruno, who sulked more at each word.

“Stanley, wait, I want to find out more about-” Stanford was interrupted by Mermando taking a firm hold of each twin’s wrists, before swimming towards the ocean surface.

There was a sense of urgency in his tail’s fast movements. The dark ocean water around them slowly began to lighten as the trio neared the higher areas of the sea where the sun’s light could reach. The light grew lighter still, however visibility was not the only lightness forming around them, as the water pressure around them began to lessen, the bubbles on Stanley and Stanford’s heads began to expand. As the bottom of their boat grew into view, both bubbles burst, leaving both twins vulnerable to the cold water as it rushed into the empty space that once protected their heads.

Luckily, before they could drown, Mermando breached the water’s surface, jumping over the boat. He released the older men, letting them fall into the boat. He landed not far, and quickly swam over, fear washing over his face as he stared at the unmoving bodies of Stanley and Stanford. His frown of fear quickly turned into a sigh of relief when both men started to cough up the water that had gone up their noses when their bubble helmets burst.

“Thank Goodness, you are not harmed.” Mermando said.

“That's a matter of perspective.” Stanford said upside down. He had been unlucky enough to fall on his head.

“Speak for yourself,” Stanley said. He stood up and knocked out some water from his ear. “Gonna be hearing bubbles for a month.”

“I’ll make sure that Bruno is properly disciplined for his misbehavior,” Mermando promised.

“Since we have you here, do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions about Bruno?” Stanford said, withdrawing a notebook from his coat-pocket.

“Unfortunately, I am urgently needed back home. I cannot talk about Bruno.” Memrnado said.

“May I ask one question then? Why did he attack our little rowboat?” Stanford asked.

“Oh! That is simple. It looks like one of the toy boats he plays with.”

“Oh.” Stanford took note.

Bubbles erupted from the water next to Mermando. Both twins jumped back, rocking their boat in the process.

Memrando ducked his head under the water. Stanley and Stanford could faintly hear him yell “Silencio Bruno!”

Mermando resurfaced and hung his head. “It is sad that I must part with you two so soon, however, now that I know of you, it shall be easier to send letters to my dearest Mabel. Farewell.”

The pair watched as Mermando waved them goodbye before delving into the depths of the ocean. There was a beat as both twins enjoyed the cool air, the calm of the waves felt refreshing after the exhilaration of what they both just endured. It was several minutes before Stanley noticed the sun starting its slow descent over the horizon that he began to swear like the sailor he was.

“What’s the matter?” Stanford asked. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Look around Sixer, do you notice something missing?” Stanley waved his arms.

“There’s nothing around but open oc…ean.” Stanford said slowly. “We’re lost.”

“That stupid Bruno pulled us away from our ship! Now who knows how long we’ve got to row to get back.” Stanley stamped his foot.

“Not to worry. I put a tracking device into the ship for such an occasion.” Stanford fiddled with his watch.

“And how did this dingy keep up with us anyway?” Stanley asked.

“I input a small motor that would have it follow us if we left the boat for any reason. That way it would always be nearby in case of an emergency.” Stanford said. His chest puffing out with pride about his invention.

“Right, so how far are we?”

Stanford’s watch beeped. “5 miles.”

“Ugh, the least that prince could do was give us a ride.”

“Come on,” Stanford reached for an oar. “We have a long row ahead of us.”

“If we ever see that prince or Bruno I’m giving them a piece of my mind.” Stanley said. “I'll turn that oversized squid into calamari.”

Stanford hummed. “If we get back quickly, we might be able to sail to shore and find ourselves a seafood place.”

“After today we deserve it.” Stanley groaned, reaching for the other oar.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #Mermando #grunkle stan #grunkle ford #stan pines #stanuary #Fic #gravity falls fanfiction #Ford Pines #Encanto references #Luca refernce #My writing

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giaourtopita · 3 years

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Hiii! I was wondering if I could request an MC who is getting used to being a demon? Like they keep breaking doors, and ripping clothes bc of their wings

the brothers with a demon mc

thank you for requesting! i just did the brothers but send me an ask if you'd like the undatables too! i slightly referenced this post, you can check that out too but you don't have to because it still makes sense.

warnings; slight angst, mc calls lucifer a bitch in satan's part, fluff(ish), mild self-esteem issues in asmo's part, gn mc.

*mc died unexpectedly, they were young and their death couldn't be explained, which was what hurt their boyfriend and friends the most. he was in pain and in desperation for a miracle but he knew it wouldn't happen. his love was dead and he had to accept that.*

*he saw them a few weeks after their death, to say he was happy would be an understatement. he was beyond grateful he got to be with them after all. when mc came closer to him, he noticed small horns sprouting from their forehead. it didn't make sense to him but his darling was there so it didn't really matter.*

*he didn't think that a human such as mc could become a demon but apparently there have been recorded some cases where a human that had a pact with one of the most powerful demons can in fact become a lesser demon themselves and live in devildom instead of hell.*

*the transition from human to demon was hard for mc, it was painful as they were developing new limbs and muscles as well as horns. their partner has to help them with the pain, control their new abilities and also teach them how to change forms but of course he was happy to help if that meant that his sweetheart could be with him.*

lucifer

- mc was with lucifer the whole day during r.a.d., it had only been a few days since the two reunited and both were ecstatic about it. lucifer took care of mc's pain in the morning by applying some sort of healing cream on the base of their wings as well as on the skin surrounding their small horns.

- the pain was coming back and it was much more sharp than the one in the morning. it was getting too intense for mc to handle so they subconsciously turned into their demon form and stretched their wings in order to get some relief.

- they turned into their demon form, startling everyone including lucifer.

- "darling, what happened?", he asked them while looking around at the other demons and signaling them to not stare.

- mc told him about the pain and he took them home after telling lord diavolo what had happened.

- "lord diavolo will set up online classes for you so you can be more comfortable while transitioning."

- lucifer gave them a massage while using the healing cream and gave them a gentle kiss between their horns.

- "i'll teach you how to fly once you're not in pain okay?"

mammon

- he and mc were hanging out in mammon's room, mc was very playful despite the fact that they were in pain the whole time.

- mc took mammon's jacket and his glasses and started impersonating him. mammon thought they were very accurate with their impersonation and was trying not to laugh, which he failed.

- "mc you look really cute in my jacket, you know that?", mc started blushing so hard that their wings popped out, tearing apart the jacket.

- "i'm sorry, i didn't mean it. i promise i'll get you a new jacket."

- "hey mc, it's okay. i know ya didn't mean it. how are you feeling?", he gently touched the base of their wings making them squirm in pain.

- "i'll go find some pain relief spell okay? just wait here, lay down if it gets really bad.", mammon felt bad leaving them alone right now but he went to satan's room to ask for a spell to help his former human.

- he came back a few moments later with the spell, tended to their needs and gave them a soft kiss on the forehead.

leviathan

- mc and levi holed themselves up in levi's room watching anime.

- levi was so prepared for their transition that he had ordered a pain relief potion for them so they could be more comfortable watching anime with him.

- mc remembered how levi used to wrap his tail around them whenever they cuddled and they wanted to try that too since they also have a tail now.

- levi agreed and showed them how he does it. mc turned out to be a very fast learner and managed to get it right the first time. they reluctantly wrapped their tail around levi's right side while laying on his left.

- levi started the anime they had recently started watching, it was a new shonen anime and the episode they just started watching was a pretty intense one as it was part of a battle arc.

- mc began feeling stressed on the behalf of the protagonist, levi noticed this because they started squishing him with their tail.

- "mc, i know this is a really stressful episode but could you stop squishing me? i understand that you can't control your tail yet but it really hurts right now."

- mc felt bad and apologized immediately to him. they shifted back to their human form so that they wouldn't hurt levi anymore.

- "hey, once we're done with this episode i'll teach you how to deal with the tail okay?"

satan

- satan was also very prepared for their transition, he had done some research and had healing creams, pain relief spells and potions within his reach at all time.

- mc was very well taken care of as satan always went a bit overboard with both the pain relief and the healing process, he hated seeing mc in pain so much that he even found them a diet to follow so that their tail would grow faster and the pain will be over sooner.

- "lucifer is a bitch", mc said angrily while getting in satan's room not being careful enough they transform into their demon form and yank the door causing it to break in half.

- "oh no, i'm sorry", they apologised. "i'll fix it i promise."

- "it's okay don't worry about that now, he is but what happened?"

- mc explained to satan that they wanted to go to the grocery store for some snacks but he wouldn't let them go unless one of the brothers accompanied them.

- "you're a demon now so you're much safer than before, but i think the reason why he's not letting you go unaccompanied outside yet is so that you don't destroy anything."

- "here i'll teach you a trick i still use when i get angry to keep my tail from hitting everything.", satan moved closer to them and stood behind them, he took their tail gently in his hands, moved it downwards and started wrapping the tail around their thigh.

- "it will take a while for you until you're able to wrap the tail without using your hands but this will work for now. you're not in pain, are you?"

- "yeah, i'm fine. thank you", mc smiled at him and then looked down to see that he also transformed into his demon form to show them how he does it.

asmodeus

- "oh sweetie, it's okay i think i can fix it. don't worry!", asmodeus said while looking at the new blouse he just bought for mc.

- mc got upset at themselves because they didn't want to ruin asmo's gift with their stupid wings. it made them feel stupid. how hard is this supposed to be?, they thought to themselves.

- asmo noticed how they felt, after all being around so many people at the same time made him more understanding than the average demon.

- "you know, if you feel bad about your wings don't. they're beautiful and it doesn't matter that you can't control them yet, it's only natural that you can't do that. you weren't born with them so it's okay, if it makes you feel better i can't really control my wings either, i can make them sit in place but i haven't really found a way to use them because they're pretty small and i was born with them. don't worry, you got it!"

- once mc felt reassured, they asked him a question, "maybe i could ask lucifer to help us both with the wing stuff, if anything he must know the most since right now he has two pairs of wings and before the fall he had three."

- "mc, this is not a bad idea. he might get a little annoyed at the beginning but once we figure it out we will basically give him an excuse to be proud of something so he will also gain from this. mc you're a genious, that's why i love you~", he told them before giving them a boop followed by a kiss on the tip of the nose.

beelzebub

- beel thought it would be a good idea to get mc to actually work out with him now that they're a demon like him.

- he brought them with him to his fungol practice so they could have fun together, mc always wanted to try playing fungol but since they were human it was dangerous but now they can play.

- he told them that they would play in case someone couldn't come to practice or had an injury.

- before practice beel thought them a few tricks so they could keep up in case that got called into the field.

- and they did, one of beel's teammates got sick and couldn't attend practice. it was finally mc's time to shine.

- they shifted into their demon form like the rest of the players and they were able to use all of the tricks they were just taught from beel. they even managed to use some techniques other players used in this practice game and in official matches they had watched prior to becoming a demon.

- all was well until mc kicked the ball using too much force causing the ball to be land outside the field.

- mc immediately apologised and ran to go get the ball and beel followed them.

- "i'm sorry beel, i can't really control my strength yet. i don't think i should be playing fungol yet."

- "it's okay, the rest of my teammates are okay with it, i've talked to them before and your slip ups gives them more time to slack off during practice."

- "oh, okay. thank you!", mc kissed him on the cheek. and the two started walking towards the team again.

belphegor

- "i can't sleep", mc complained again while rolling on the other side in belphie's bed for the tenth time.

- "why can't you sleep mc?"

- "mammon said that demons can last longer awake than humans, so maybe it's that but since i'm with you i want to sleep but i can't. can you use your power to make me sleep?".

- "i don't want to use my power like that on you, maybe you just need to relax and then you'll be able to fall asleep."

- mc thought about it and maybe belphie was right.

- "i think i can last for about two episodes of one of beel's cooking shows before falling asleep, we could watch one of those so you'll relax."

- "that's a great idea, i'll go get the controller.", mc brought the controller which was on beel's bedside table and chose an episode in which they were baking cakes.

- they lied down next to belphie and put their head on his chest.

- "thank you for staying awake with me."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfic #obey me angst

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midoriyas-wifey · 4 years

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Going for a Ride

Pairing: Shoto x fem! reader

Rating: E

Summary: shoto is an insatiable little prick and decides to pound y/n out in the front seat of his car. pure pwp

Word count: 1.3k

“I need to fuck you,”

The soda Y/N had purchased back at the gas station a few miles previous sprayed out of her mouth in shock.

“You what,” She rasped, wiping her lips and looking at him. He didn’t even glance over, ever the picture of nonchalance. His eyes remained fixed on the road, as if he hadn’t spoken at all.

Shoto shrugged, finally peering over at her. “Yeah, you look hot right now, and I want to fuck. What wasn’t clear?”

It was true, she wasn’t wearing her typical attire due to the heat. It was the middle of the summer and they were taking a road trip Vegas per her request (begging for 2 months). It was hot, miserably so; and so she was wearing a tank top with tiny spandex shorts. Not very smart considering she could feel her thighs sticking to the car seat.

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

He started to slow down and pull over on the side of the deserted road. After pulling to a stop, he turned to her, a look of salacious hunger on his face. Shoto then took the liberty of unbuckling her still-in-shock form, tugging on her arm to try and get her attention.

“Y/N, please?”

This immediately broke her out of her trance, not used to hearing that word from him. Deciding to just go with it, which seemed to be a common theme in their relationship, she rolled her shoulders and swung her thigh over him, sitting astride his obvious bulge

His hands came up and gripped her hips then trailed down, squeezing her round ass and thighs. She rolled her hips, sensually dipping forward and down. Shoto let out a faint groan with a murmured, “Shit, such a good girl.”

His hands snap the elastic waistband of her (barely qualifying as) shorts. A sharp icicle juts from his hand, slicing through her bottoms with practiced expertise. She still had her shirt on, which she planned on keeping that way, just in case anyone tried to get an eyeful.

Shoto didn't bother to remove her panties, pushing them to the side and stroking a finger over her slowly-glossing slit before shallowly slipping it inside of her little cunny. She shuddered from the coolness of his finger, a sharp contrast to her hot insides. One red brow rose, a ghost of a smirk creeping up his gorgeous face.

“For someone who was resisting, you sure are wet,”

“Quit being a smug bastard and dick me down already!” she huffed, not liking being called out one bit.

“As you command, Y/N.”

He reached to the fly of his pants, unbuttoning them and letting his dick spring free. He stroked his dick over her clit several times before lining himself up with her. He slowly pressed the thick head to her soft lips. Shoto shallowly thrusted up into her, letting his head pop in. Her face flickered between pleasure and frustration, a cute pout on her mouth. Y/N tried to push her hips down, but she was no match against his steel grip keeping her in place.

“Is there something you want to tell me,Y/N?” His smirk spread to a full blown shark grin, all teeth, eyes glittering with lust. A rare sight for anyone but his dirty little girl.

He had her soft body completely under his giant hands’ control, despite her being on top. She would move how he wanted her to and when he wanted her to. He continued his sluggish and shallow pace, relishing every second of her torment. Needless to say, Shoto could be a sadistic son of a bitch. Her panting and squirming became more apparent after a minute or two of this treatment.

“Beg me. Tell me how much you need this dick to

destroy my sweet little pussy,” He spoke sinfully against her ear. Arrogant prick.

Despite him talking like this every time they fucked, her face filled with a rush of blood and heat. She whined, not wanting to submit to him. Both of them knew that it was in vain, as his self control far outweighed her own.

“Give in little girl, I can do this all day.”

A pathetic whine escaped her throat before she whimpered, “Please…”

He finally pulled her down onto him, seating himself so deeply she could feel his balls against her ass and head squishing against her cervix. Y/N flinched slightly and squirmed from the almost too-full sensation. Meanwhile, Shoto couldn’t be happier; in her attempt to accommodate him, her little cunny was flexing and fluttering around his cock like mad.

Her deep sigh let him know that she had adjusted, and he was free to continue. Her hands came up and gripped his shoulders for stability.

His hands still held a firm grip on her hips, grinding her clit against him, just enough to keep her stimulated but not anywhere near satisfied. “Please what?” he breathed, watching her eyelids flutter.

“Are you really gonna make me say it?” She whined.

He chuckled, one hand coming up to cup her chin in affection. Another pout took over her lips, his condescending display was enough to let her know what he thought. Her head tipped back in resignation.

“Shoto, please fuck me,” She mumbled.

He bucked up harshly once, twice, and then stopped again. She squealed from the sudden movement, almost tipping backwards. “C’mon Y/N, you can do better than that.” Shoto was now rocking gently with the intent of driving her crazy, of that she was sure. Slick noises were now filling the car, turning her face even hotter than before.

“Listen to that Y/N, I can hear what my pretty little pussy wants, all you have to do is say it and mean it.” He made it sound so easy. God, her whole body was burning; she couldn’t handle this.

“Fucking damn it Shoto! I want you to fuck me so hard we make this car rock!” She cried, grinding down on him for dear life.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he purred.

His hips immediately picked up a harsh pace while simultaneously bringing her hips down on him, the messy sounds filling the car along with her punctured breaths and girlish ‘ah ah ahs’. He was hitting all the best places inside her, it was so overwhelming. She could feel a wail tearing up her throat, one she couldn't hold back even if she wanted to. He released one of her hips to bring down his fingers to torment her poor puffy clit. Her thighs and stomach were quivering, her whole body jolting from the white hot tension building in her gut. It pooled up like magma, both far too fast and not nearly quick enough. The coil finally- blessedly snapped, sending heat and pleasure roaring through every vein in her body. After thoroughly creaming on his dick, she slumped forward, fully resting on him. Her heart was racing and she was breathing heavily, like she had just run a race.

She flinched and squirmed, feeling too full and sensitive after how intense her climax was. Her eyelids fluttered, a small whimper escaping her at Shoto’s unrelenting pummeling of her sloppy insides.

“Please,” She slurred breathlessly, “Can’ take any more, s’too much” He paused his hips, as if considering her request.

Shoto’s hand stroked over her hair, pulling it back and exposing her throat. He pressed his lips to her neck, grinning against her. She could feel his teeth against her, like that of a predator waiting to bite. He raised her up ever so slowly on his dick, before plunging her back down with all his might, the wet smack of skin meeting skin deafening in her ears as her breath got pushed from her lungs.

“Little girl, I'm not even close to being done with you.”

@shorkbrian

#todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #bnha smut #bnha lemon #shoto smut #todoroki smut

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hinatas-sunshine · 4 years

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“Y/N is Mine!”

Oikawa, Kenma, Bokuto, Kuroo

Request: Can I have a head cannon for when s/o has a best friend who hates Oikawa, Kenma, Bokuto, and Kuroo. (Not sure what the max was sorry!) They always try to get s/o’s attention so they fight a lot. Like when s/o isn’t looking they start glaring at each other, always dragging s/o away to do something together, bully each other passive aggressively when s/o is around, stomp/shove each other, and etc. Btw I really loved the giant toddler club head cannon, probably my favorite head cannon I’ve seen😼💕 - @mini222rika

A/N for Requester: WHY WAS THIS SO FUNNY TO ME and sorry I haven’t really set rules to my requests that’s my fault so don’t worry! And thank you I’m glad you liked the Giant Toddler HC! Ur so sweet much love Bby 💞

A/N: Y/F/N* = Your friends name - sorry this took forever and it’s not that good, I don’t think it’s my favorite piece but I love the concept- I’ll probably re write this in the future! Requests are open! 🥳 kithes ❤️

Oikawa:

• Holy crap HES SO PETTY

• Your friend doesn’t really trust him, she loves you she just doesn’t want you to end up hurt

• Oikawa is your boyfriend, so when you started hanging out with him a lot and dragging your friend to Volleyball games - she wasn’t too happy

• You and your bestie hang out every Wednesday night! So if Oikawa tries to hang out with you, you reject him

Oikawa: You should come to my practice Wednesday

Y/n: But me and y/b/n* always hang out every Wednesday

Oikawa: You can miss one Wednesday

• You wouldn’t do that, especially with it being one day out of every week

• You often went out to lunch with Oikawa, and your friend would end up tagging along

Y/n: I’ll be back! I have to go the bathroom

• Things were... awkward

• Oikawa smirking while your friend glared at him, sending a spit ball his way

• When you came back to an intense glaring battle between the two you smacked them both on the back of their head

• It didn’t mean they stopped, they kicked each other under the table, threw stuff in each other’s drinks, and your best friend almost spit in his food until-

Y/n: OKAY ENOUGH!

• They both looked at you, as you glared at them, making both lower their heads in shame

Y/n: Yes! Be ashamed! I don’t see why you two are so mean to one another!

Y/F/N: Because he’s taking you away from me!

Oikawa: Am not! You’re a Wednesday hog!

• The constant bickering between the two never ended and only continued when you were turned around

• One minute they were with you the next your hear slamming on the lockers seeing your boyfriend yelping in pain and your best friend looking around

“His fangirls do be crazy.”

• You sigh and help him up placing a kiss on his forehead, your best friends jaw dropping and him sticking his tongue out at her

• When you catch one of them in the act they automatically get scolded while the other snickers at them

“Oikawa! Don’t step on her!”

“What-“

“Hehehe”

Kenma:

• He seems like he doesn’t care, but he’s ready to throw hands ✨

• When he sees yours best friend glaring at him, he knows what’s about to happen

• He lays his head on your lap smirking at her while her jaw drops

• You automatically run your fingers through his hair

• They were really discreet about how they fought

• The moment your head turns Kenma hisses gives her a warning glare not to mess with him

• Kenma doesn’t care if y’all are best friends he’s going to call her out anytime

• You guys are getting lunch together?

“Y/f/n why’d you step on me?”

• You’re leading them back to class?

“Why are you glaring at me?”

• Overall you sit your friend down while Kenma smirks at her from across the room

• Dont cross Kenma

• You friend doesn’t necessarily hate him, she just thinks you deserve someone who’ll give you attention

“If you game so much why don’t you marry your game instead of y/n?!”

“That’s not legal and that’s weird, what goes through your brain y/f/n?”

• You sigh and hug Kenma looking at your friend

“I know you’re looking out for me, but Kenma is harmless... see?”

• As you lift his face up, his face squished between your hands as he looked confused

“He looks like a fish”

“You look like kuroo’s nasty foot y/f/n but you don’t see me saying anything.”

• They could never not fight 🙈

• There was something about Kenma that bothered your friend, and she was one to take action, and he was only attacking her because she was attacking him

• Kuroo usually stuck around to be amused at Kenma being so fired up, come on Kenma being fired up? That didn’t mean he was always happy with what happened

Y/f/n: Shut up your roots are showing!

Kenma: and your head is as big as Kuroo’s ego!

Kuroo: why do all his insults include me :(

Y/n: I’m not sure... *pats his back awkwardly*

Bokuto:

• BABY WAS SO SAD

• When your friend would pull you away glaring at him he questioned what he did wrong

• When she would tell him you’re busy hanging out with her he was upset

• And Akaashi didn’t stand for Bokuto being upset so while you and Bokuto would invite them places Akaashi would protect Bokuto and You from seeing her seeth at the owl haired boy

• Akaashi protecc yes yes but he also attacc

• The moment your best friend is about to say you two have plans he pushed her face back

“What the hell Akaashi?!”

“Sorry y/f/n, you had a fly on your face.”

• But when Akaashi wasn’t there-

“Hey! Y/f/n! Y/n! Where did you guys go!?”

• She would drag you far away from him before you could say anything

• This would upset Bokuto, which you would walk over to him and kiss his nose

“Don’t be upset! It was a split second!”

• He would automatically light up with happiness he loved nose kisses stop

• You definitely were as clueless as Bokuto, because it wasn’t until Akaashi brought up your friend throwing things at Bokuto that you noticed

• This upset you, you knew Bokuto wasn’t the type to argue back because he wouldn’t wanna upset you or your homegirls 😎

• As much as you weren’t one to notice things right away, you were definitely one to confront people

“Y/f/n. You need to stop being rude to Bokuto.”

“I’m just worried about you is all!”

• You raised an eyebrow at this sitting with her

“I don’t want you to get hurt like the past few times - I don’t know Bokuto but the more I messed with him, I realized he didn’t even bother to respond because he didn’t want to upset you by getting angry with me...”

• You hold onto her shoulders and smile at her

“I appreciate you looking out for me but Bokuto wouldn’t even hurt a fly.”

• You friend ended up apologizing to him to which Akaashi apologized to her-

“I’m sorry I pushed your face..”

“And?”

“I’m sorry I tripped you so you wouldn’t catch up to y/n and Bokuto.”

“And?”

“AND IM SORRY I THREW MY BOOK AT YOU OKAY?”

“Akaashi you threw a book at her?”

“At the back of her head and it was a paper copy so it wasn’t that bad.”

“....it was a thick book....”

“You’re alive with no bumps I don’t want to hear it.”

Kuroo:

• This asshole cuwnfowkfijw

• Niether of them were slick about it, and they didn’t care

• Oh, you have to go study with Kuroo?

“She’s mine!”

“She’s MY girlfriend!”

• With the amount of times they pull you by your arms and use you as a tug of war rope, you’d think your arms grew longer

Y/f/n: She has to come to my house, we have a test to study for *tugs you towards her*

Kuroo: Well Shes better off coming with me because you have no brain and I’m smarter than you *tugs you towards him*

• This goes on for awhile until Kenma just casually grabs you and walks away with you leaving them to argue and confused about where you went

• Sometimes when you force them to both study with you, you watch your best friend throw Kuroo’s stuff off the table

• Or he brings you a coffee and completely ignores her and let’s her go coffee-less

• They weren’t subtle and you had no clue as to why they were so mean to one another

• They crossed the line a certain day when you went shopping with Kenma, Kuroo and your best friend

Y/f/n: Shut it rooster head I’ll sell you so they can chop you up and have you for dinner!

Kuroo: You’re just mad you cant be naturally pretty like me!

• When she smacked Kuroo in the back of the head making him drop the coffee he was drinking and she claimed there was a “bug on his head” Kenma was already 10 feet away from y’all claiming he doesn’t know you guys

• Especially because he saw your fuming face he wanted no part in that

• As the two were bickering you stood over them, angrily with your fists to your sides both of the automatically getting quiet

“One more argument out of either of you and I’ll leave both of you here and take Kenma with me.”

• They both remained quiet and the rest of the trip was peaceful ✨

• Until you got home-

“She was MY best friend first.”

“She was not! Plus she’s my girlfriend that over rules best friend.”

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oyaterriblyfunnyreallywitty · 3 years

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Being childhood best friends with Draco would include

Year 1

Him asking his father, who was one of the governors at Hogwarts, to please make sure you were together in all the classes for first year.

Being dropped off at the station together, your parents standing side by side waving at the both of you glued to the compartments window.

Your stomach in knots

Draco trying to coax you into eating chocolate frogs until you give in as he practically shoves one down your throat

His sly attitude masking his nerves for everyone but you

You watch as he adjusts his robe over and over again, fumbling with his hands when they’re not pushing back his already slicked hair.

Him rocking the boat when you specifically told him you were scared of falling over.

He’s laughing until he notices you’re about to cry.

“I didn’t know you were serious.” He rolls his eyes but doesn’t rock it again until you reach the other end of the lake and Hogwarts.

Draco ceasing to breathe as the sorting hat is placed on your head

His lungs filling with air again when Slytherin is called

Offering to give you flying lessons because he’s more gifted than you are on the broom but making fun of you the whole time

Sneaking snacks from the great hall back to the common room to share during final examinations week

Draco refusing to remind you what the password is, allowing you to stand outside the common room until the Slytherin Prefect lets you in.

You returning the favor next week since it changes weekly

Him teasing you about green not being your color up to the last day of school.

Year two

Draco enduring your puberty jokes after not seeing him all summer and coming back to his voice an octave lower

Midnight duels with him, filled with laughter and silly spells

“Rictusempra!” You yell, sending your friend into the floor with laughter.

He clutches his stomach but somehow manages to utters the same.

You’re luckily both found by Filch not even 3 minutes later, at the brink of death by laughter.

Becoming his personal and extremely obnoxious cheerleader when he becomes part of the Slytherin quidditch team.

Draco throwing you death stare every time you cheer during a game but secretly loving it

Comforting a prideful Draco when he loses to Potter

Chasing the golden trio and accidentally coming across what would become your favorite place in the castle: the astronomy tower

Spending the rest of the semester up there when you both had free time

Watching as day by day your friend grows increasingly wary

Him finally confiding under the cover of the night that he knows what might be petrifying all the mudbloods

You and him sneaking around the castle in attempts to find to the Basilik he heard his father speaking about

Being awoken for the midnight feast when Harry defeats the basilik and gathering food ammunition with Draco before heading up to the astronomy tower with him.

Making fun of his no longer slicked back dissolved blonde hair and him of your cartoon pajamas

Planning your upcoming year filled with excitement and anticipation

Year three

Sitting on the train together and hugging each other when the lights go off.

As the lights extinguish an invisible spark ignites between you two.

Really liking his new hair and ruffling it every time you get the chance to, gel no longer a danger to your palms.

Sitting with him in the infirmary, tears in your eyes as you hold back the laughter while Madam Pomfrey bandaged his arm.

Him mimicking you when you finally burst out laughing.

The buckbeak encounter would unfortunately never be lived down by Draco

Ever.

Walking him back to the dormitory because madam needs beds for people who are, in her own words, “Actually ill.”

Him shoving you hard with his not sprained arm while you snort, still finding the situation extremely amusing.

His face flaring as Gryffindors walk by chuckling at the sight of him, you give them your best impersonation of Dracos snarl.

Draco sitting across from you in the Astronomy tower confessing to you what his boggart is.

Lucius.

Reaching for his hand to comfort him and ignoring the butterflies that come to life in both of your stomachs.

Weekends at hogsmeade were something you looked forward to.

Snowfights with Draco and your other Slytherin friends, which forced you to pretend Draco’s cold pink nose wasn’t the cutest thing ever.

Ignoring thoughts like these.

Drinking hot cocoa at the three broomsticks, where you both pretend you’re squished so close together simply to warm up.

One upping him with every potion

Sulky Draco

Many nights in the astronomy tower where Draco feels most at ease voicing his uncertainty of his fathers beliefs

Lots of hand holding and more dancing around your feelings.

A longing for what the next year and Draco would bring, as you part ways at platform 9 and 3/4.

Year four

Attending the quidditch World Cup alongside Draco and his parents

Pretending you didn’t notice how much cuter he’d gotten as you focused on the game

Although they’d gotten best seats in the house Draco’s eyes seemed to wander back to your face for the entirety of the game.

Making Potter stinks badges that amused Draco more than you had anticipated.

In the weeks leading up to the Yule ball you grew more stressed as no one had asked you.

Little did you know a certain someone was going around threatening to whoever uttered the idea of extending you an invitation.

And on the last Saturday before the dance that someone knocked at your dormitory door.

You were still in your pajamas and really not expecting a very sweaty and stuttery Draco awkwardly asking you to the Yule ball.

You’d never tell him but when you’d seen him standing outside of your door looking like that you’d been inclined to call for Madam Pomfrey, unsure of what was wrong with your friend.

Forever thankful you’d waited for him to finish, “Would you- I mean if-if- you don’t-don’t have to, in - just-my father-I-yule. Y/N.”

You’d smiled quizzically at him and that was enough for him to arm himself with courage.

“Come to the Yule ball with me y/n?” As the stutter disappeared a red hue tinted his cheeks.

Of course you said yes and spent the next three weeks looking for the perfect mint dress.

As you made your way down the stairs and into Draco’s line of view he realized something.

Green was your color after all.

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keiyoomi · 4 years

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admiration.

⤜ details: s. kiyoomi × reader ft. mitsuru | u. wakatoshi × reader ft. satoshi ; [ 550; 615 ] 1165 words; fluff

⤜ warnings! : none.

⤜ the request: “. . .their son and wife watching their volleyball game for ushi and omi. . .” - anon

⤜ note: i've reused the names earlier. their ages are around four or five at this scenarios. i hope you don't mind if i did that and i really hope that you'll like this one!

⤜ masterlist | hq!! characters with babies

s. kiyoomi × reader ft. mitsuru

"There's our Mitsuru!" Atsumu chirped, extending his arm at your son who skipped towards his "favorite" setter. He picks up your son and carried him until they've reached Kiyoomi. "Have you tried the technique I've taught you before?" Your husband took your son from Atsumu before he could even reply. "Omi-omi!"

"The ball hit his face when he first tried doing it," Kiyoomi answers before sitting on the vacant spot, his son cuddling close to him. "Hey little guy, are you excited to watch our match against Uncle Toshi?" your husband ask, brushing the loose curls from Mitsuru's face.

Mitsuru nodded his head with enthusiasm. "I am! Are you going to receive his strong serve again?" your son ask, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Like how you did years ago? Will you serve the ball as hard as he did in response?"

The corner of Kiyoomi's eyes wrinkled as he laugh at his son's excitement. "We'll see, bud. Cheer for me, okay?" Mitsuru nodded his head before leaning against his father's chest once again. "I love you, buddy," he whisper before kissing his son's forehead.

Mitsuru looks up at his father, "I love you too, papa."

"Guys, it's time to line up," one of the staff says before briefly greeting you and your son.

Your husband stood, carrying your son as he made his way towards you. "May I have my lucky kiss?" he asks as he stood two feet away from you. He took one step forward and Mitsuru automatically covers his eyes.

Kiyoomi removed his face mask in order to kiss your lips. He smiled against your lips before pulling away, leaving you breathless. "I love you."

You felt your face heat up. "I love you too." You took your son from his arms before smiling at him. "Have fun."

FOR YEARS, you are fully aware that watching in front of the TV screen and watching in person are two different things. Unlike your son who's amazed of the sight he is seeing for the first time. As much as possible, Kiyoomi wants your child's identity to be unknown to public, but seeing his son interest towards the sport he learned to love for years made him abandon the decision he made before.

"Can you see the court properly, Mitsu?"

"Yes, Ma," he politely responded, a personalized MSBY facemask covering half of his face. "I can't wait to see them play in person."

One by one, the starting line-up were introduced. Each players, including the coaches hit the ball, serving it to their fans. It didn't take long before they began the match. Adlers were the first team to serve. Kageyama serve the ball, but Omi raise it cleanly. You felt your son's grip on the hem of your sleeve tighten, eyes never leaving the ball. Hinata hits the ball and sends it back to Adler's court.

After one long rally, Mitsuru suddenly stood from his seat, leaning forward—as if he would be able to see the match closer, clearer. Your lips curled into a smile while watching your son's reaction. Then, he groaned, along with the other MSBY fans when Adler gained the first point.

"They almost had it!" he complained before turning to you. "Ma, they're all amazing!"

I know son, trust me. I know.

u. wakatoshi × reader ft. satoshi

Satoshi carries his Mikasa squish ball almost everywhere. If any of you tries to take it a way from him, expect a whine and maybe he’ll even throw a fit. On his third birthday, the same day of V-League’s opening, you and Wakatoshi agreed that you’ll take your son on his game.

The two of you head to their team’s waiting area instead of heading to your seats. You were waiting for your husband to come out when Satoshi sighted Kiyoomi who’s quietly walking towards the men’s washroom.

“Uncle Omi,” he says while tugging the hem of tour sleeve. “Can I greet him?”

You messed his hair as you reply. “Wait for him to come out. I’m pretty sure he’ll be delighted to see you.”

Satoshi couldn’t keep himself from bouncing from his seat while waiting for Kiyoomi. Your son was too focused on waiting for Omi that he didn’t noticed his father walking towards him.

Wakatoshi leans towards you, kissing your lips. “Who is he waiting for?” your husband asks, only to be interrupted by your son’s squeal. “Ah, makes sense,” he whispers, seating on the vacant seat next to you. “He’s been waiting to see Kiyoomi for weeks.”

Sakusa squats and listens to your son as he rambles about how amazing Sakusa’s serves were. Satoshi basically showers Kiyoomi with compliments until Omi messed your son’s hair, saying that he’ll see Satoshi after the match.

Your son stood there, surprised as he watches Omi walking back to their team’s locker room. Then, Satoshi looks at your direction, eyes wide as he sees your husband sitting next to you. “Papa!” he squeals, sprinting towards his father before reaching out for Wakatoshi.

“Are you excited?” Wakatoshi asks gently.

Your son nodded with enthusiasm. “I am!” He bounced on your husband’s laugh. “I’d be able to see Uncle Hoshi and Uncle Hinata jump really high! Are they jumping or are they flying?”

He kissed his son’s forehead. “They just jump.” Satoshi’s lips formed an ‘O’ earning a chuckle from your husband. “Watch me, okay?”

“Okay!” your son cheers.

“Ushijima-san, it’s time,” Kageyama says, interrupting the moment between your husband and son. He greets you and Satoshi before walking back to their group.

“Wish me luck.”

You nodded your head before feeling his lips against your forehead. “Good luck. I know you can do it.”

SCHWEIDEN ADLERS snatched the first set from MSBY earning a cheer and groan from your son who’s torn between cheering for his dad and cheering for Kiyoomi. You were enjoying the look on his face when MSBY suddenly turned the tables.

Kiyoomi serves and Toshi missed to receive his serve. Satoshi gasped at what he just witness. “Ma! Have you seen that? The ball went whoosh then it flew away from Papa’s arm!”

You nodded your head before silently apologizing at the people surrounding you. But they don’t mind watching Ushijima’s son cheering for two teams at once. They could clearly see how torn your child was when either side of the court scores a point.

“I want to play like them!” Satoshi says, eyes not leaving the court.

Oh, you will, love. Trust me.

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