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whaddayadothatfor · 1 year

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Shit Outta Luck

Pairing: Gojo x fem!afab!reader x Nanami, mostly Gojo x Reader

Content warnings: Free use, dub-c*n, dirty talk, excessive amounts of c*m, degradation, teasing, naked female clothed male (kinda), cliffhanger

Word count: 2,595

Summary: One day your best friends Nanami and Gojo come over to hang out and help you pack to move. You end up stuck under your bed. Instead of helping you out, they help themselves.

AN: This is so ridiculous y’all. Unedited. Thanks to my bestie for hyping me up when I was writing this. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed it! ❤️

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, intended for audiences over 18+

Chapter One:

You can’t believe this is happening to you.

To think, the day has started off so normal. Maybe that should’ve been a hint. You’ve had the worst luck since grade school. You were always the kid to scrape your knee on the playground or get random bruises bumping into desks or walls. Hell, you even managed to be the only person to get bird poop on your cap and gown during your high school graduation. A series of unfortunate events. You’ve got the coordination of a preschooler and shitty luck. It’s a rare occasion when things work out well for you.

That’s why you should have been wary when you woke up early this morning, even without your alarm. You really should have caught on when the your face was free of breakouts and your shower was warm and toasty. Maybe you should’ve clued in when you found your comfort hoodie tucked squarely in the middle of your doom pile your desk chair. It had been missing for over two weeks and you hadn’t even washed it since the last time you wore it and it still smelled like laundry detergent. The last straw should have been having a perfectly normal breakfast, with perfectly seasoned eggs and a sweet coffee at just the right temperature. That really should have sealed the deal.

But alas, you’re as oblivious as you are unlucky.

Earlier

You scrolled through TikTok as you finished your breakfast and began making a mental

note of all the tasks you should complete today. Nanami and Gojo, your two best friends since uni, promised to help you bring your heavy furniture and boxes down to the moving truck and then move them up three flights of stairs into your new apartment. If there was one source of luck in your life, it’d be those two.

It was your sophomore year of college and the both of them happened to take the same upper division course you had signed up for that semester. Initially, you were nervous at being in a group with both of them, as they both were the most popular and attractive boys in your major. A feat, since all three of you attended one of the largest universities in Japan. However, you were amazed at how well you got on with both of them. You were calm enough to deter Gojo’s hyperactivity but energetic enough to bring Nanami out of his shell. For some reason, your group dynamic just worked.

They stuck to you like glue for the rest of University. You had lost touch a little after graduation, but then you had moved to the same city they lived in a year later. It was nothing to slip back into your old routine. Now, being with them both was as normal as brushing your teeth in the morning.

And it would keep working, as long as you could pretend to not notice how goddamn fine they were. That’s really why you had been friends so long. They had told you as much in University. They were sick of women on campus treating them like meat. They liked the fact that you only ever treated them like people. So, you hide how you feel about them and keep them at an arm’s length, so they never figure out the truth.

You finished the last bit of your breakfast and put your dishes in the sink before heading back to your room to finish packing up your things. The rest of the apartment was ready to go, but you had saved your room for last. Mostly because it had the most clutter and you had the worst habit of not cleaning your room well, something Nanami always chided you for. He was a stickler for neatness, after all. Anyway, Gojo said that he’d be by in an hour and Nanami said he’d come by after work, so you wanted to make sure that the bulk of your room was decluttered and packed up by then. So you set off to work, pulling up a playlist and busying yourself tidying things up and placing trash and old boxes into trash bags. After about 45 minutes, you decided to start cleaning the mess up under your bed.

And that’s how you found yourself in your current predicament.

Present

You can’t believe this is happening to you.

You really, really can’t believe this is happening to you.

You had gotten stuck, under your bed. It was like a scene straight out of a bad porno. You were cleaning up under bed, pulling different bins and Knick-knacks out from under it when your watch had gotten caught on something deep up under your bed. It was an older bed, with a brassy-colored metal box spring. Somehow, and you don’t know how (because you have been wracking your brain on how this could have happened for the past ten minutes) in the process of trying to untangle your watch from whatever it was caught onto, you tangled your hair into the box spring.

So, let’s recap:

You’re stuck. Under your bed. With your two best guy friends on the way. One of which is a notorious little shit who loves to tease you in any given situation. Your whole bottom half of your body exposed. With only a hoodie and spandex exercise shorts on. Face down, ass up.

You can’t even call for help as your phone is on the dresser at the opposite side of the room and Siri has, you think, purposely misunderstood your calls for help as a request to play Help! by the Beatles.

You don’t even like the Beatles.

The slight anxiety you had at being trapped did not hold a candle to the humiliation you’d feel once Gojo came in. You wished belatedly that Nanami was coming over first. He would have been much nicer about the whole thing. Or better yet, that you saw the signs early. You never have such an easy going day, you should’ve known something like this would happen.

Just as you were wallowing in self-pity at your own life choices, you hear the door unlock and tense up. You really regret giving Gojo a key to your place.

“Oh honey, I’m home!” His irritatingly deep voice calls out mockingly in a high pitched tone. Even when he’s goofing off he sounds sexy. You hate that about him. And when he finds you in the stupidest, most embarrassingly compromising position of your life, you know that he’ll hold it over your head until you die. Even at your funeral, he’d bring it up. You hated that about him more. You heard him plop his keys on the counter in the kitchen before calling out to you.

“Hello? Anybody home?” You remained silent, hoping he’d think you stepped out and leave. But no such luck. You heard his footsteps inching closer and closer to your bedroom. “I brought your favorite. A matcha latte,” he called out.

That jerk, you thought. He knows you hate Matcha lattes. He brought it just so he could drink it. Suddenly, you heard the door open.

“Y/N?”

You scrunched your eyes closed, desperately wishing that you could be anywhere else than you were in that moment. You anticipated laughter at any moment, but strangely it didn’t come.

“What happened?” You jumped at the sound of his voice. He sounded much closer than he did a moment ago.

“W-well, I was cleaning from under my bed and I got caught on something and now I can’t get out. Can you help me?” The embarrassment welled up inside you, causing you to stutter. Gojo said nothing for a while.

“Yeah, okay.” His voice sounded deeper, huskier than normal. It was strange as usually he put on this silly facade to lighten the mood. He was never this serious. “I’ll have to feel around a bit to see where you’re stuck, I don’t want to hurt you.” You nodded, and you were touched. A pang of guilt struck you. Maybe you didn’t give Gojo enough credit as a friend. You promised yourself you’d treat him better in the future.

Suddenly, you felt a hand caress the back of your thighs, moving closer and closer to your ass. You jumped a little.

“G-Gojo? What are you doing?”

“I’m helping you. That’s what you asked for, right?” He said, playing dumb. He continued touching you more boldly, squeezing your cheeks firmly before caressing your thighs again. You were too stunned to say anything until one of his thumbs lightly stroked your clit over your shorts. You jerked away from him, but your options to escape were limited.

“What the hell are you doing?” You screamed at him in frustration, in more ways than one. You should have never given him the benefit of the doubt. This kind of humiliation was much worse than any other kind you could think of. When you get loose, his ass is grass.

Worse, he was turning you on with his manhandling and gentle touches. You couldn’t help it, you hadn’t been fucked in over a year since your last situation ship and the only thing that had kept you company was your rose toy.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he cooed, rubbing your clit in a slow circular motion before stopping and running his hands all over your ass again. “I promised to help you. I think it’s a tight fit down there, so I’m gonna help you loosen up, that’s all. Then you’ll be able to slide right out, no problem,” he said.

His tone was saccharine sweet, but his actions were anything but. You wanted to protest, but he stopped you.

“Just relax. I can tell by that wet spot on your shorts that you’re really enjoying this.” Your face burned with embarrassment, and all your protests died down in an instant.

You focused instead on choking back heated whimpers and moans because you’ll be damned if you let him know how good he is at making you feel. And he is good. His touches are so experienced, you start getting mad at the imaginary women who taught him how to fuck that well. Although you wouldn’t be surprised if he was just naturally that good. He seems like the type.

It was almost as if he could tell that your mind was headed somewhere else, because he slowly pulled your spandex shorts and thong down in one go and that jolted you back to reality.

“Gojo,” you warned, but he ignored you as usual.

“A thong?” He questioned. And you could almost hear his eyebrow being raised.

“I packed the rest of my underwear! Plus, no one likes panty lines,” you mumble, embarrassed. He just chuckled at you.

“It’s okay baby, though in the future I’d rather you not wear anything at all.” Before you had any time to think about what he meant in the future, he licked a stripe up from you clit damn near to your ass. While you managed to stifle your moan, you couldn’t hold back the shudder that wracked your body.

“C’mon, don’t hold back. It’s no fun for me if you do,” he rang out. He paused. “Actually, try to stay silent. It’ll make it more fun for me knowing that I made you scream when you tried not to.” He chuckled, and you could feel his warm breath cover the expanse of your pussy as he spread your lips wide.

He proceeded to eat your pussy like it was his last meal.

All you could hear was him smacking and slurping up your wetness. He left no area untouched, especially your clit. He alternated between swirling his tongue around your nub and sucking on it till it was puffy and swollen. Your cries of pleasure only spurred him on, making him moan as you grinded back on his face.

Gojo attached his lips to your clit once again, humming this time as he sucked and licked all around it. It was too much. You kicked one of legs out in hopes that you’d receive a reprieve— no such luck. Gojo caught it and put it back into its original position. He chuckled with his lips still suctioned to tour most sensitive part. The sensation had you crying out, trying to run away. Finally, Gojo let go.

“Oh, c’mon. Is that all you can take? I remember all those conversations you’d have with your girlfriends, about how men never satisfy you. Can never go long enough. Are you running from me because you don’t like it? I can do more if you like.” He said teasingly. When you didn’t respond, he slapped your pussy, hard.

“You’re hurting my feelings, sweetheart. Answer me,” his tone, although still lighthearted, turned mean.

“Yes, Gojo, please, I-I can’t,” you responded, breath airy and sparse.

“Please what? I can’t help you relax if you don’t tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

“C-cum. I need to—“ you broke off your sentence with a moan, but it was enough for Gojo.

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

He worked you up until you were at the precipice of an orgasm, except this time he didn’t stop, not even after you tumbled over edge. You had never come that hard from oral, ever. Hell, you had never come that hard in general. He ate you out until the aftershocks of your orgasm died down. He stopped for a moment.

“You know, I still think you’re a bit tense. I think after another orgasm or two I’ll really be able to help free you.”

You moaned in response, still a bit out of it from your last orgasm. Gojo spit a thick glob of spit on your pussy, landing right on your hole before sticking two of his long slender fingers inside of you. It was an uncomfortable stretch and your whine said as much. You hear him unbuckle his pants with the hand that’s not on you as he shushes you.

“Just relax. I’ll make you feel good soon.”

An hour later

“Yes,” Gojo moaned out, deep and guttural, as he sunk into you. The stretch was so much worse than his fingers. You now understand why he made you come so many times. The burn would have been unbearable otherwise. Still, the slow sink into you had you writhing as much you could, still being trapped under the bed and between Gojo’s strong hands.

“Fuck, I knew I should have done this years ago. You feel better than I ever imagined.” You mewled as he sank in all the way to the hilt. He gave you no time to adjust as he slowly started to thrust in and out.

Everywhere felt so hot. You could hardly stand it. Gojo was merciless and soon set an unrelenting pace that had you curling your toes. It was a heady experience, one that made it hard to think about anything else except how hard and hot Gojo felt inside of you.

“I never should have listened to Nanami,” he muttered angrily.

“W-what? Are you—“

“I have been fantasizing about this moment since the moment I first met you, but I. Never. Thought. It’d. Be. This. Good. Fuck!” He shouted as he came. He stilled, his hips jumping slightly as he dumped his come into you. It only made you hornier. He languidly fucked his come deep within you. His tired voice rang out, but not to you.

“I bet you wish you had gotten here earlier, huh Nanamin?”

You froze.

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suengmi · 1 year

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✧ all is lost ✧ 3k, r

hollowed eyes with dark circles splattered underneath. like clouds on a dark day, thunder waiting to boom. the man standing before you; looking like he's going to break, but he doesn't. he never does. what were you doing wrong?

pairing: lee know x afab!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

genre: angst, romance, smut [[[[emotional]]]] lmao

warnings/other: cussing, slight!arguing, crying, unprotected sex, shower sex, kinda? proofread soz, prompt

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a/n: HERE WE GO BEBEHHHH ANGSTY MINHO LOVE MAKING BEBEHHH thank you anon for being patient! i hope you enjoy eee but fr as always upset myself bc ITS FINGER GRIPPIN EMOTIONAL SEX YUCKDKD go away I need to rest rip

the first time you met lee know, you were in your black silk pyjamas. not really the best for the occasion you had thought, hair slicked back with a cat headband and eyebrows not filled in. lee know had come to your house to watch movies with jisung, your housemate. it wasn't often jisung brought people over, but you remember jisung mentioning that his friend was a movie buff like both of you were.

"this is lee know, minho sometimes if you're close." jisung had said, gesturing between you and his friend.

your lips formed into a straight line, nodding awkwardly. you just came out to grab a snack and drink. but here he was, being friendly and nice to you, openly making conversation. he had asked about you, what you liked and what you did for a job. how could you refuse? you weren't one to be rude. plus, he was really cute. that part didn't bother you as much. after a short conversation you had said goodbye, shuffling back to your room, a warm cup of green tea in your hand.

it wasn't until the third time he had come over to watch movies that you decided to join. you had carefully sat on the edge of the couch, trying not to get close.

to your surprise, lee know had slapped the cushion next to him, eyes still on the tv. you slinked down slowly, letting your silk pyjamas do the job for you. it wasn't long before he looked at you, offering you a handful of spicy cheetos. mouth full as he spoke, "want thum?"

when you had observed jisung and lee knows behaviour, lee know was very touchy. he was always hugging and laying on jisung, linking arms with him when they walked.

in saying that, the closer that you and lee know got the more he would touch you. always hugging you when he came and left, always asking if you were okay when you were sleepy on the couch, hand rubbing on your arm gently.

a few times he had dragged you from the couch, pulling you by your arm to end up steering you by your hips, making car sounds as he pushed you towards your room. sometimes, he'd even use your cat headband to hold his hair back when he washed his face. you didn't mind though. after he was done he would always put it back on your head, slapping your cheeks gently saying you looked cute. always with those damn touches.

this is what began it all, the way he touched you. he wasn't afraid of it and you loved it, loved how comfortable he was. every time he touched you, you'd reciprocate, seemingly just as comfortable as him.

one movie night down the track, jisung was asleep on the couch, your favourite ghibli movie playing.

"from yesterday!" you grinned, freshly brushed teeth showing. "it's my favourite."

lee know had laughed at your silly grin and said he hadn't seen it.

as the movie began you felt his hand lay on your thigh, gently opening his fingers. he didn't look at you, just continued watching the tv.

a few minutes or so into the movie, you peered down to his hand. obviously open for you to grab it. the urge over took you, just to feel his hands against your own.

fuck it. you had thought, placing your palm on his. he didn't make a face or jolt, but accepted the touch, fingers lacing with your own. it was like it was natural, like it was meant to be. this was the beginning of something simple, something new, fresh and exciting.

he smiled at you, his eyes lighting up like a boy who had his first crush. you returned the smile, head leaning down to his shoulder.

as the days went on you found yourself falling helplessly in love with him. the time went too quickly, never seemingly able to spend enough time with together. he'd always laugh, resting his forehead on yours telling you that you were too greedy. it was his favourite thing about you, how needy you were for him and wanted to keep him all to yourself.

lee know was your biggest supporter, always being there for you in your bad times. telling you he loved all parts of you, the ones you called ugly or bad, and the ones you hated. nothing was off limits to him, showing your whole self as is, not hiding any of your darkness like you did to all the others you loved.

he was strong, a statue in his nature never faulting. never was there a complaint, a rude tone or even an argument. he always listened, caring about how you felt and what you had to say.

not once had you been so in love with someone before, your heart swelling more and more as the months went on.

something was bothering you, you weren't sure what. maybe it was the fact that lee know hadn't been himself lately. there were occasions where you could sense he was upset, but he would comfort your worries with a kiss, pulling you into a hug letting you know he was fine.

he drew a line, it was one you weren't allowed to cross. you wanted so desperately to see what was behind the line, to get into a part of him that no one else had. the more you pondered on it the more you had realised you had never seen him cry, never had he ever come to you for comfort. so that's what it was, he didn't seek shelter in you. it made you feel useless, like you weren't doing what you were supposed to.

the last few weeks you had seen him more quiet, seen him more distant. anxiety jumped in your throat whenever you thought about it. his kisses lessened, the sex lessened and his usual smile wasn't as full as it commonly was.

it's about one in the morning, lee knows arrival wakes you from your sleep on the couch. he had given you a key to the house and you were able to use it freely, not ever needing to tell him if you were at his or not. he always welcomed you, never questioning it.

when you come to the door, your met with your boyfriend. you take in his appearance.

"babe?" you say quietly, hand grabbing his empty one.

"hey." he says to you blankly, pressing a swift kiss on your forehead. he lets go of your hand, throwing his bags on the ground and plops himself on the couch. he sighs as he takes out his phone to scroll.

"is it okay that i'm here?" you ask meekly, standing in front of him. he nods without looking up at you.

"are you okay?"

he looks up to you for a second, nodding again without effort.

expressionless and bored is how you'd explain him. you're frozen for a moment, not knowing how you should approach this.

you've got to say something, anything.

"talk to me." you say bending down, placing a hand onto his leg.

"baby, i'm fine." he says, tone slightly agitated.

he's never spoken to you like that. a dull pain aches in your heart. for the first time ever, you didn't feel welcome.

you bend to your knees, hands placing themselves on his thighs. "if i did something wrong, please tell-"

"it's not always about you." he grunts, pushing your arm gently to make his way to his room.

you didn't follow him. you thought about it, wanting to grab onto him and hold him. instead, you opt for laying on the couch. feeling like if you go into his room, you'll get the lee know that you didn't know, the lee know that you wanted to. you wanted to see all of him, just like he saw all of you. but maybe he wasn't ready. you had to respect that.

a small sound enters your ears. you're not asleep but you're not awake, somewhere in between. is the shower on? you're not even sure what time it is, but it's still dark. in your sleepy daze, you throw your blanket to the side and walk to the bathroom door, eyes still fuzzy in the dark.

the door is slightly ajar, rarely was it ever shut when you were in his apartment. you can hear the shower running, fast and hot, the steam slightly escaping through the crack.

"babe?" you ask curiously. it doesn't seem like he can hear you.

you push the door forwards a bit, barely a centimetre or two. "babe?"

still nothing.

this was new territory, you'd never experienced your boyfriend like this. although you didn't want to push his boundaries, it was hurting your heart to see him so upset. you wanted to help.

"honey?" you call one last time, slowly manoeuvring yourself through the doors crack.

still nothing.

just barely, you can see him through the glass door, his figure seemingly sitting on the ground. you approach the shower, sliding the door open gingerly, only to be met with your boyfriend in a state. his head is in his hands, hot water relentless and boiling as it trickles down his back. he doesn't look up at you, but he knows you're there.

in a small haste, you slip off your shirt with ease, now naked aside from your undies.

you don't speak, bending down to be at his level. your hands grip gently onto his, prying them away from his face with care.

the expression he gives you sends a sudden tinge of sorrow to your stomach. he's broken, an absolute mess. the rings around his eyes are red, dark circles even worse than before. red blotches stain across his cheeks, clearly from crying and steam from the shower. he seems hesitant to let you see, head dipping from your view.

still weary, you slowly manouver to slot yourself behind him, wrapping your legs close to his hips and hands resting under his arms, locking in front of his waist.

this cracks him. the tears falling from him worsen, as if triggered by your touch. you let him cry, your head resting in the crook of his neck. you sway gently, as if rocking him like baby.

both of you stay like this for a while, letting him get whatever it was off of his chest. you're a bit confused and anxious, still unsure of how to approach this, but you just want him to feel okay. you'll do anything at this point.

eventually he speaks, breaking the silence. voice cracking with every syllable. "i'm so- sor- sorry."

as if a confirmation and hush to his words, you kiss his neck softly. one of your hands raises to rest on his head, massaging his scalp gently. he leans into your hand, body slipping a bit against your own.

"breathe. whatever you need, i got you." you whisper, still rocking with him gently. "anything."

the breath he lets out is shaky, but he's stopped his sobbing now. you help him with his breaths, matching your own with his. this seems to calm him down, his breathing more even now.

"c'mon." you say, letting him go as lightly as you can to stand up. he quietly whimpers from the loss of your touch, staring up at you.

you hold your hand down to him, trying to get him to stand. "let's wash you."

you didn't question why he was crying, or why he didn't open up to you. maybe he just needed to come to it on his own terms, and you were okay with that, thinking about it now.

he hums lowly, eyes still red. he's enjoying your touches as you wash his hair, his hands resting on your hips.

"this okay?" you say, fingers softly rubbing through the hair on his scalp.

"yeah." he breathes out, seemingly falling asleep. he must be exhausted, all of that pent-up emotion he had been carrying for weeks.

tenderly, he grabs your wrists, stopping you from continuing.

"hm?" you ask, "you want me to stop?"

with no words, he wraps your hands around his neck, bringing his body closer to yours.

the kiss he presses on you is like a feather, the nerves in your lips tickling with every movement he makes with his own. your hands are still covered in lathered shampoo, slipping on his back when you try to deepen the kiss and find something to latch yourself onto. he senses your desperation to hold him, pushing his body closer to yours as your lips meld with his.

one of his hands finds it's way down your back, running down the slope of your hips to settle at the base of your ass, fingers digging into the flesh. you moan into the kiss opening your mouth a bit more.

to your surprise, he stops, looking down for a moment. he mumbles something, you can't make it out.

"huh?" you say, eyes on him.

"i said i love you."

the thump in your chest nearly makes you choke. this is the first time he's said this to you. tears form in your eyes, completely over whelmed by his confession.

"i love you." he breathes out again.

his following kisses are now more needy but still soft. the confession has you almost drunk, your mind lightheaded from the feeling.

nothing about this is fast, not with the way his hand lifts your leg to rest on his hip, kissing every part of your neck and shoulders. this intimacy has you feeling vulnerable. everything from your past tells you to run, but you don't want to. not this time.

he let's out a grunt, bumping you upwards to wrap your legs around his waist, gently settling you on the shower ledge. he doesn't even break the kiss, not even for a second. not wanting to ruin this.

you can feel him against you. he grows harder with every kiss and the motions of your bodies sliding together under the water.

when he pulls back, he doesn't ask for permission for what's about to happen. he knows you want this as much as he does. your arms sit loosely on his shoulders as he breaks contact, only parting to bend and slide your soaked underwear to the ground.

kisses are all over your legs, slow and lazy in their wake. eventually, he makes his way to your jaw, his hands pulling you flush against him, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist once again. you pull him closer, hands securing themselves around his shoulders as you press your face into his neck. you feel him nudging at your folds. his cock pushes its way past with no hand needed guidance.

you have to say it back, let him know this is his home, that you're safe before it's too late.

"i love you too."

the fullness surprises you. your strangled moans echoes off the shower walls, and he's deeper than usual. so much slower, like he's taking his time wanting to feel all of you. tingles of pleasure vibrate in your cunt with every time he slowly pulls out and fucks back into you at the same pace.

"really?" he questions after minute, almost stuttering, his hips lazily moving against you.

this isn't just sex. this was a full mind and body experience. you'd never reached this type of height before, completely engulfed with what's happening. it's like you're completely separated from yourself, your mind not comprehending things how it usually would. almost like hot flashes of bliss, you can almost visualise it.

"really."

the more he thrusts the more his breathes become laboured, yours along with his. his palms find their way to your cheeks to plant open mouthed kisses, hands gripping into you as if you're going to disappear.

"don't leave me." he mumbles, mouth open against yours.

you shake your head, your fingers now gripping into the base of his hair.

a frown paints across his face, his eyes staring into your own. they're still red, but they're filled with so much emotion. his previous sorrow ridden eyes are now beaming at you, enjoying seeing you come apart as his thrusts become faster.

"it's okay." you coo between groans, bringing his lips to hover at yours. "it's okay, stay with me, i'm here."

the grip he has on you gets harder. it's like you're giving him permission, permission to use every part of you for his own will. you can tell he's about to cum, hips stuttering and lips sitting just on the edge of your cheek.

the thrusts begin to lack rhythm; his grunts and moans are low, sounds of the running water still bouncing off the stall. so you let him fill you, his white painting your walls as he reaches his peak.

nothing in him wants to let you go, his grip on you doesn't relent. you let him do whatever he needs, even if you stay like this forever, you wouldn't have minded.

his head eventually buries itself into your neck, breath heavy and warm on you. you hear a small whimper, he's trying to hide it into your neck.

"c'mon, lets go to bed."

it's okay that lee know didn't tell you what was wrong, he'd tell you eventually and when he was ready. all he needed to know that you were there for him and that it was okay to be vulnerable with you. not all was lost, he was your maze, your beautiful confused labyrinth. you didn't need a map, knowing he would guide you eventually.

but until that time comes, you're happy being just what he needs.

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arlemangel7 · 3 months

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Random thoughts

How characters react to seeing your natural hair for the first time black fem reader

Slight NSFW warning: mention/hinting at sexual situation take place

Vi(arcane)

She sees you come putting leave in conditioner in after an everything shower/wash day. When she comes in you don't hear her you have music blasting singing just as loudly so she has the privilege of seeing you in your fullest element and she takes special notice of your pretty dripping wet curls cascading down your face and your neck watching you expertly massage product into your hair, just as she gets Lost in those thought you see her out of the corner of your eye and kinda just freeze alittle confused alittle nervous about the reaction because you can't exactly read her expression so you just give a little wave, a smile and shake your wet hair this makes her chuckle and come up to you with a sly "lookin good sweets" she glides her hands up your body and kisses you then your forehead and then the top of your head lightly smelling your hair and then you hear the most a hushed "mmm beautiful and all mine" this makes you giggle softly to yourself and start talking about your day while you finish up.

Alphonse

He met you when you had on a wig you walked Into the candy shop on the day after v-day asked him to be your valentine and the rest was history and now a few months later you come down stairs ready for a date with your natural curl pattern out little did you know he has been dying to see your hair but he knew how anxious you were to show him so he kept it cool and waited until you were ready but as soon as he seen you all dressed down for your stay in movie date he was speechless even more so when you took his hands and guided then into your hair he was not only enamored but honored by the gesture he gently guided you to his lips and after that there wasnt much movie watching going on...😉

Seth

My boy Seth when he first say you he feel in love little southern boys heart didn't have a chance against how pretty he thought you were from the dark skin to the pretty curly fluff under that pretty cowboy hat. And then you spoke a light southern drawl fell from your lips and it was all down hill from then on every time you walked into the shop that man was a blushing mess but he tried to hide it oh he tries to hide how much he likes you little did he know you liked him too after your first date the rest was history now his favorite part of the day is seeing you clinging to him in the morning wearing his t-shirt and your bonnet.

As always thoughts are mine characters are not let know what yall want to read next

Happy black history month

Stay warm stay safe I love you all

Signing off for now 🥰🥰

#black coded reader #character x fem! reader #arcane #vi x fem reader #yuurivoice boys

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twdsfiction · 7 months

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[Daryl x Girl Reader] (Ms Rulebreaker pt. 1)

Tw - fluff, mentions of death, thoughts. Mentions of weapons and takes place in season 6

I arrived in Alexandria a few months ago; I didn't really know much of the place, but the leader, Rick, was nice to me and my brother. Although I was new, I fit in great, and Tara was nice to me. Rosita was like a big sister, and Glenn and Maggie were basically parents. But there's one person I could never get a hold of: Daryl Dixon. He was always so intriguing to me because we were basically opposites. He was quiet, dark, mysterious, and always serious, and the only way you'll know he's near is if he allows you to. Kinda hot, if I were being honest. The only person he seemed to be open with was Carol. I am only 19 years old. She is very troublemaking, loves to joke and get under everyone's skin, never shuts up, and is never serious. Always stubborn, unless it was about my brother, so definitely a rulebreaker

I was in the shower, and after a long day of scavenging, I finally got out of the shower to hear my brother sobbing, "No! I want Mr. Snuggles!" I immediately put on my sleeping clothes, not caring that I'm only I was wearing a T-shirt with no bra and my purple panties as I walked out of her bathroom into my living room. One of the first things I saw was Carol closely stating, "If you go over that wall, kid, you're going to be one of the monsters! Mr. snuggles isn't real." I felt so much anger in her at that moment that I shouted at carol, "Hey, leave him alone!" I grabbed my little brother's arm and pulled him closer to me, and the calm asserted. "What happened?" Carol stated a slight annoyance, and she was still caring on her fake smile as if I were the rest of Alexandria's idiots who believed she was nice. "Well, your little brother was playing with one of the other kids, and his rhino went over the wall. And he wanted to get it. But Rick said no one outside the walls, due to the horde."

She looked down, but I knew how much that rhino meant to my brother, and Carol was right. I kneeled by him, trying to comfort him with my words as I whispered, "I'd get it back for you, okay? But if I don't know... I tried. Sometimes things get lost, ok?" he started to cry before running off to his room. As a big sister y/n felt bad, she had to tell him that. Daryl walked inside the house first. His eyes went to Carol, and as he stated her name, "Carol," the way he looked, I could tell something was wrong.

Then his warm blue eyes looked at me. His eyes were on me longer than usual, and he nodded. And I smiled. "Daryl Dixon, come by to tell me you're a ninja who only comes out at night. "Because I already knew that."He replied, "Nah, I came by to speak to Carol."And nice purple underwear." before a huge wave of embarrassment washes over me. I completely forgot I wasn't wearing hardly any clothing. He definitely checked me out more than once. Carol asserted. "I knew this was going to happen sooner or later; do not leave this house, she says as she rushes out. I yelled, "Wait!"What!" But the two left in a hurry. I was tired of Alexandria treating me differently because I was 19. I should've been out there with the adults. Y/n thought to herself.

I turned to check on my brother in his room, but he was sobbing in bed. I felt so bad that there was nothing she could do. I sat on the twin bed beside him, rubbing his hair. "Hey, bud, are you okay?" was only 7, so he turns to me and replies, "No, now we have nothing left of mom," as his huge doe eyes sparkled with tears. I kissed his forehead and said, "Yes, we do; I'm going to go get it! You stay here, and if anyone asks, I'm asleep," he nodded. And then he stated, "Be safe." Before I left, I went to my room, put on a pair of black jeans with one of the white crop tops that I borrowed from Rosita, and the hair clips I always wear, which were black, with brown boots and an oversized jacket borrowed from Glenn.

As I snuck out the backdoor, I searched and looked to see the town basically empty. So I immediately ran to the gate, preparing to climb it. But then Daryl yells, "y/n, what the hell you doing?" I immediately tried to climb faster to get over the gate, but I heard four footsteps before I felt a hand on my waist. It was a warm feeling. He started pulling me from the gate onto my feet, and when it turned around, it was Daryl. Who angrily He scoffed, "You fucking crazy, it's a horde?" I couldn't help but stare at his eyes, and his cheekbones were amazing. I blinked, then I shouted, "Who cares, my brother Rhino is out there; he needs it, so how about you lighten up cupcake? i'd be back." Daryl stated, "All that over a bull." I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I asserted, "It's a rhino." As I picked up my bag off the ground, Daryl muffled, "Who cares? You're not going outside that gate!" I kicked Daryl's leg, causing him to fall into his buttocks as I started climbing fast on top of the gate. ", damnit, you're going to get yourself killed," Daryl yells. y/n! Get down!" and I looked down at the horde of walkers. Back to Daryl, there were three dozen of them, but I needed to get his rhino.

I jumped from the gate onto the ground and immediately started running to get his rhino. When a walker came from the side and jumped onto me, trying to claw into my neck with their dirty brown teeth, I struggled, but I got it off me by taking my pocket knife and jamming it into the side of its head. I hurried up and ran to his rhino by a tree, and then ran as far away from the horde as I could, reaching a spot in the middle of the woods. Thinking I was safe, I mean, it's clear. Before I knew it, another two were by me, and the whole horde was coming near me. I ran faster, but a rock caught my feet and ended up twisting my ankle. I screamed. But then, as one of the walkers reached my back, an arrow went flying through both of their heads. Daryl picks me up immediately and starts to run with me in his arms. I smiled sarcastically and said, "So you are a ninja?" He replied, "There's a shed near by, got supplies, and food, we'd hold up there before going back to Alexandria. And now, Ms. Rulebreaker. What have we learned??"I stuttered at how close we were. I mean, he was carrying me. "C-carry an arrow." He sits me back down on the ground as he states, "Only good girls get carried."

I shouted, "Fine, listen to you! I learned to listen to you." It took me all the courage to say that; i was pretty stubborn. I Was honest. He then picks her back up and adds, "Good girl."

#twd #the walking dead #fanfic #daryl dixon #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixion smut #daryl dixion imagine #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #imagine #fluff #smut #romance #stories #x reader

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labyrinth-of-her-heart · 2 years

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my random eddie munson headcanons:

this man does not know his shoe size, it ranges from at least three sizes. he sorta just guesses, and it changes from shoe to shoe. he only found out how to find shoes that kinda fit when he forgot his pe (gym) shoes in his first year, and the teacher helped him get some out of lost property. still doesn't know what he's doing tho

has a hair wash timetable in his head. he sticks to it when he wants to, but he's not too fussed tbh. eddie thinks his hair looks best on the third day, and puts his favourite clothes on that day as well. on the last day he embraces the 'weird chainsmoker guy who lives in a trailer on the outskirts of town that leaves cryptic messages for the main character' look.. yknow the one im talking about? right?

carrying on the theme of hair his fringe is never cut properly. you think it looks good? the hidden hair is two inches shorter than the rest. looks even? he's pulled down his curls so it looks even. he cuts it with the closest kitchen scissors in his badly lit bathroom, when he's supposed to be leaving for school in five minutes.

eddie rarely ties up his hair infront of people that aren't in hellfire. he often uses hair to shield himself from peoples looks and snide comments under their breath. he also uses his hair to hide his face from people. tying his hair up makes him feel vulnerable, so he only really does it infront of people he trusts and knows won't judge him.

moving subjects: eddie secretly loves belting out power ballads when he's alone, and i mean really go for it. fan in his hair, throwing his jacket down, staring wistfully out the window, sitting on a table/chair and jumping off it, sliding down walls. one time he even sat in the shower (it was off don't worry) but he saw a spider and he never did it there again.

sometimes when he needs a guitar pick he cannot find one. if an awesome new riff or chord progression pops into his head, it takes him around five minutes to find a pick. but they always seem to turn up when he doesn't need them, he even found one in the fridge once

had a lisp when he was younger, and wayne thought it was the most adorable thing ever. on some words eddie still has it, but you have to listen carefully to hear it

likes to get high or take hallucinogenics and read fantasy books when he wants to. you can imagine what type of scenarios come from this 😭

bonus: eddie has a small collection of things from his childhood in a shoebox. he doesn't look at them often but when he does he gets emotional. he tries to hold the tears in, but they get the better of him every time. he thinks about how so much hurt can happen to an innocent little boy, the hardships he was destined to endure when he couldn't even talk. im gonna stop now bc im getting close to tears

this is my first time writing anything so i hope you like it! please talk to me and agree/disagree with any of these or build on them, im more than happy for that!! stay safe and stay aware guys 💗💗

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #headcanon

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goldenfreddys · 3 months

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september ‘04, cont.— um, it's kind of a lot

“Well, I have some news. It’s good news for me, but I think maybe mortifying for you.” Nadia grinned, cross legged in bed with a large book in her lap, “I have unearthed an archaeological artifact, courtesy of your mom.”

Jeremy groaned in faux anguish and sat down beside her. It was a photo album, probably filled with various outtake pictures of his youth that his mom didn’t have room to include in her primary album.

Nadia opened it up and immediately started laughing. There was a blurry picture of a newborn baby with adult sized sunglasses positioned on his tiny face, followed by more baby pictures of a similar ilk.

One photo, dated October ‘88, starred a small child wearing a ghostbusters jumpsuit.

Nadia pointed at the kid, “Oh my god, is that you?”

“Nope.” Jeremy guided her finger over to the child situated in the background dressed as a white-sheet ghost, “That’s me.”

“Wait, then…”

“My sister. I was kinda camera shy, so I always got her to stand in front of me for these types of pics.”

Nadia snorted, “Was? You slapped my camera into the lake last time I tried taking a picture of you.”

“You were being sneaky. You spooked me.”

“You’re right, next time I'll hold out a handful of sugar cubes and say ‘easy there’ like you're a horse that saw a scary twig.”

The next page had some pictures of a fishing trip. Nadia paused, frowning.

“Are you crying in this one?”

“Oh… Yeah, I-I didn't realize that in order to cook and eat the fish we also had to kill it. Um, coincidentally, this is also when I lost interest in fishing.”

They continued flipping through the pages.

“... What’s your sister’s name? You didn't say.”

“Charlie. We were pretty close back in the day.”

“Not anymore?”

“We-we um, we haven't really been in touch, given she… Died. Almost ten years ago.”

“Oh…”

Ten years. He began double checking the math in his head, before the train of thought derailed into a pile of blurry, dateless snapshots—questions like ‘do any of these men look like the one you saw that night?’ presented with a lineup of nondescript mugshots he couldn't tell apart, ‘worry tracker’ worksheets, the escalation from school counselors to therapists to adolescent psychopharmacologists, the de-escalation from policemen to detectives to amateur true crime enthusiasts— all of it at once, tangled in a cat's cradle.

Nadia set aside the album and stood up, “We’ll come back to that one. Go take a shower, you smell like job.”

It was true. Freddy’s had that typical unfamiliar place smell, combined with something kind of bitter and industrial, that clung to his clothes. Another wave of dread washed over him just thinking about his shift. If he had a scrapbook of bad first impressions, sleeping through his shift and acting like a complete basket case in front of his supervisor immediately after would need to have its own 2-page spread.

“I’m hearing a lot of silence and not a lot of getting in the wet-box!” Nadia called from the kitchen.

Jeremy took a breath and attempted to reel his focus back to the present. He got up, trying to itemize what needed to be done as he dug through the suitcase of clothes he hadn’t remembered to put away. After showering, he would need to eat, then phone his mom and try to get some actual rest. Alternatively, he could try to figure out where the fabled washer and drier unit was in the apartment.

The buttons on the light purple dress shirt he’d been given as a uniform were stiff and difficult- or maybe they were normal, and Jeremy’s fingers were still a bit jittery. Probably both.

He tried not to get into staring in the mirror. Although, he remembered last week one of Nadia’s new friends admitted she thought he was a butch lesbian when she first saw him, which was oddly comforting. It stuck in his head and gave a nice little rush whenever he had to look at himself- butches were cool, he thought. They performed machismo with grace.

Today was a hot shower day, Jeremy decided. He deserved a treat.

#parmaverse #my writing #fnaf au #nadia knox #<- nadia (main character) cameo #im not tagging jeremy he's a given

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veenixdreamjournal · 1 year

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Took a break from this, was kinda tiring-

Well, at least I bring thee a clusterfuck today. First dream had something to do with Code Lyoko. Can't remember much but I was constructing a scene. I was sorta inside it and could manipulate everything. I distinctly remember putting the main characters on a bridge that was inside Lyoko somehow, way too detailed of a place for any virtual world from that show, looked more like a factory. It was also an older version of my bedroom/living room. Quite the odd configuration.

I was still inside the scene but was drawing it instead. It was just a drawing while still being there. I was conceptualizing a comic and redesigns while I noticed a sort of waiting line for an event that was based around being stuck in a single place for a day. You were assigned a leader who could move the place you were stuck in a partner that just was there with you. You could exit the area for a short while but you'd lose HP. We just chilled like that for a while but then the leader decided we should take a bath. We weren't ready of course and didn't bring clothes so we just chilled there in our underwear thinking about getting back inside disgusting sweaty clothes after a bath. But we came up with a plan! Detach our legs and make a dog robot that could bring us extra clothes out of them. Genius if I say so myself. No, really, that was actually a good idea because our legs were made out of blocks that could be detached withs some help. Took us an entire day somehow and even though the challenge was technically over we still persisted. My mom even took a peek inside the bathroom to wave at us and I scared the hell out of her with a detached leg. We decided to be friends after that as both of us never had one. It makes me kinda sad because the partner was one of the only people who interacted with me positively at my middle school irl. I don't think the dream ever actually finished, I just remember us wondering how the hell we were gonna pilot this thing.

The next dream had nothing to do with the previous one. I was visiting my non existed aunt in the US. We were in her van trash talking american roads. Yes. That was the dream. At least the first half because we also went on a walk around the neighborhood and spotted a pupper and barked at him. He ran up to us and wouldn't go away so I stopped and gave him some pets. We had to go unfortunately and we didn't want him sticking around so he wouldn't get lost. Aunt grabbed him and YEEEEETED him in the right direction and he LANDED MAJESTICALLY WHAT A GOOD BOI and happily obliged. I'm not even sure what breed he was but he was smol, brown and supper fluffy with curly fur.

This last dream actually happened before all the other ones but I only remembered it just now. I was in a classroom. We were messing with some guy I think? He then decided to turn literally toxic and touched us, infecting us with parasites. They could be washed off before then entered our bodies so everyone rushed to the public showers. I somehow got in as another person was exiting. They were men's showers and I found some funny facial hair stuff. The pictures on it reminded me of Mumbo Jumbo's stache. I hurried but never really properly showered because taking clothes off took me very long and the lock was broken so people were just barging in with me half naked. One of these people was a doctor who stayed around and gave me checkup. Yeah I don't get it either.

I also had a few short dreams in between all those. You could call them interludes. One where a man had to pick a kid who made the best meal to go with him and the rest would die. There was an entire table where the kids didn't even try and came with nothing. It was kinda sad. Two of them managed to escape when nobody was looking but it was winter so they probably died anyway.

Well, another wasn't as sad BCAUSE I WAS TURBO SHITTING TAPEWORMS AS MY FAMILY CALLED THE HOSPITAL YEEHAW. WHAT.

#dream #dream journal #journal #my dreams #dreams #code lyoko

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filliteast · 2 years

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Diary 16 (dezesseis) 13-31.09-10.2022

12-18.09.22

Mo. Is that a worst day?... but I predict will be day worthier to pretending to be worst...🥺

Unscheduled cancellation of shawarma's buying.

Watched pooblox, wow, onizuka, for honoe on ttv.

Tu. They're took out a grudge. Ate 3 thing beaned.

Pooblox. Give a try to help showing the homeway. Sosige, very well tea.

We. Poo raid Tomatos.

Worst pissy day, my guilt.

Couch¿

Th. Dawgos.

Worse day pissy.

By the planning of my evening day comes be better.

Fr.

Lose

Sams

Sa. Agan

Sd. Osss, masterbated.

Washed pee. Lohanuls.

19-25.09-10.22

Mo. Tried to lie on bed healthy.

LohoFizra. Dry beanbr. Drawn giant letter.

Patrick batman. EYMFtrack. Ledz. Frost.

Tu. Miura Hotel. Poel, popit. Poigral.

artur conan doll, tlw, daeë

Crocodile aligator.

Fr.

Sa.

Sd.

26-02.10.22

Mo.

The day worthier to be the worstest again and then again.

Tu. Bill killey mood. Rewrote chemistry from blocknote to note. Say her watched.

Warm shower took. No way.

We.

Th.

Fr. Cancelled took cold shower. Ate apple, 4eggs, jam cake. Fizra govn. Zaeb Uchebnuyu chast. heated the entire minibus with his sweat. Kinda tried to installing fastboot. Tried sleep. Walked shop center for put money to deposit. Ate. Slept.

Sa. Back big home. Srach.

Woke by weird clockrings music. Last dream part

about guys that took part in a survival competition on a wild island.

My fault that I gave first one wrong dose of acc. Perhaps let go one of the without a payment. Lose a chance to choose him analogue drug.

Teached how to delete binded google account from restored androidone almost for 3h and got it done.

Sd. Sit to pc long by trying montage edit.Woke at 11am. Ate cands. Took cold water less shower almost for 1h probably. Forgot to say thx for help to cool downing bus. Ate batat sup. Print marks. Fixed number. Washed dishes.

03-9.10.22

Mo. Optionated my new MUI 12 phone. Shit interested...

Boiled mashed batats with onion, eggs.

Tu. Rewrote from blacknote. Shitted.

Ate 3 eggs, beans, packed half, banan. Another one packed half fucked up. Procrasty vids.

Shitted.

Dosirak well ate.

Vidosichki, naruto amvs.

We. Booked food. Kept up only bahana. Archipov, thanks, muzhik. Ate

Th.

Put an great effort to stand up.

Ethinggwrong. Left shoes bag in the big house.

Fr. Drop all shits and took roost rest. Woke by got sweety shitcakes.

Sa.

Sd. Kasperske uninstall reason written kiskavpure. Overwatch install.

Forgot that I've drop sneakers bag.

Sit wrongly on 889(not 860). Got pharmacy long way on foot.

10-16.10.22

Mo. They're wake me. Ate. Went to mom. IDITYNAHUY. BS gaming. Washed dishes. Scan Print & Paint the docas. Back fa. Fu...eeeh

Tu. Wake early. Atw. Room clean.

Mind the gloom. Who's the fuck hiding kid.

Cooked ntbad macaroni.

We. Kotleti Kribnaya.

Coolio, L a. Pixar's graphic analysis. Naruto shippuden ops grading. Watched series in parts, that was wovenly sewn in deep childhood immemorial.

Th. Sosige is bad. 3 weak wocks.

Fucking up the education. Sleepy ass pigeon.

Wasting days to grinding content. Washed had shamPooless.

Fr. WatWait. Teateateron. Proshitted 20 mins.

Sa.

Sd. Manti, plow. Plow.

17-23.10.22

Mo. First season short paraphrase.

Slept for 10 am. Lost eng and latin lessons. Back home, ate sausage, managed pencils. Came our pharmacy: pc, print 10 works, ate macaronis, boots didn't fit and was bit teared, piss, raze shawerma's half across to give it to mom. Got on the home way. Ate soup.

Tu. Tepliy Stan travelation.

Discovered . Shortis causality.

We. Gut a piss. Took a shower. Shitting self moar.

Th.

Fr.

Sa.

Sd.

24-30.10.22

Mo.

Tu.

We. Ate diffucultly.

Bought drinks. Perform father's bd

Th. Unstopable comes of gazes.

Last fart shit.

Fr. Woke at 9:17am, can't sleep. Ate atala. Help to father with signing. Go for colleg. Mail I'd sent was to old addres. Even after eng resent mail. Came to pharmacy. Ate soup. Tried a mask for face. Took Wismut tablets. Cooking videos.

Sa. Sit to pc, ov2, conclusions: made things

Ate butter. HS Bg, made up things, ov2.

Wait bus. Wrote cheat sheet.

Sd. Gamin, ntb. Slept meanly. Go to fry plow on the street. Grab bricks, crush bricks, mesh sticks, ate chips, drink fruitantisoda. Dug out pineapple's apple. Transplate pc. Bring away gay peetending.

Mo. Drop an needed things. Ate sams, cola. Pc set up failed. Tied headphone's cord into monkey fist. Listened blood circulation (huhh), Linkin Park, than EP of Tame Impala. Stranger asked us trivia for bread, refused. Ate. Dawg strëm. Lion forces.

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kpopomegaverse · 3 years

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Could you write a Alpha Dreamcatcher with only one omega reader in the dorm? (If it hasn't been requested yet)❤️❤️

Ofc! I think it was but i cant find the ask so… yeah :)

General hcs;

- PROTECTIVE GFS

- anyone other alpha gets bear you without concent then its a problem.

- the unnies will have to be held back because otherwise there is BLOOD

- Handong and Yoohyeon aren’t much better their faces all scrunched up and arms around you

- gahyeonie is most likely to either pass a rude comment or practically make out with u infront of them.

- for the rest of the day you have to be next to them or one one if their laps

- practice always becomes ways to tease eachother

- jiu in grey sweatpants

- they love seeing you in their clothes because <3333

- u look adorable in them and u smell like your alphas

- CUDDLE PILES!!

- your all just piled on top of eachother watching movies or talking

- forehead kisses, cheek kisses and neck kisses 24/7

- alot of scent marking

- so alot one one or all of them just nuzzling into your neck and kissing your wrists

- the best babies is your sick <3

- make u soup, buy nesting supplies, warm hugs and kisses

- Siyeon will carry you everywhere

- if your ever sleepy from practice then piggie backs from any of them 🥺

- baths and showers together <3

- washing damis hair makes her relax so much

- handong and dami read to you if you cant sleep

- if not reading then they (the others too) will sing you to sleep

- just depends on whose bed ur in for the night

- sometimes they get a bit much and u just want your own space so they have a room thats like ur den

- has ur nest in and all ur essentials for relaxation

- when u first went in there the girls were kinda pouty and missed ur attention

- Gahyeon, Yoohyeon and Siyeon alot like lost puppies looking at the door to see if you’d come out

- when u finally did they practically jumped on u

- eventually get used to u needing space

- 7 alphas who all want ur attention 24/7 is alot.

Your heat

- they have when it should arrive on there phone calander

- prefer u dont use suppressants because of the effects they can cause

- but if u do then it is ur choice

- sometimes u have to for tours and there not all that happy especially if there put on rut blockers

- you spend ur head with whoever u want

- its 100% up to you

- alot of the time you change alpha per day because they get horny n jealous

- when u enter preheat sua will eat you out practically all day, saving her cock for your actual heat

- after heats and during cool down periods they make sure you eat and drink enough and have all the cuddles possible!!!

Jiu

- gets quite aggressive and possessive when her rut hits

- yall know when shes nearing a rut cause things annoy her alot more and her dick is pretty much always slightly hard

- pressed her face to your neck ALOT

- When her rut actually hits she goes straight to you

- her scent so strong that your practically beggin for her

- likes to slowly intensify her pheromone release to work you up

- her cock is massive so you have to be really wet and completely take her

- she only fuck you to the base of her cock

- cant handle it if she cant fit

- partially fear of hurting you

- but also because she thinks its a waste not to have her whole cock in you

- when she knots you she grunts so load as it slips in and pulsates within you

- her cum feels heavy even though its pretty runny

- makes you feel so full

- her cock definitely makes your tummy bulge and when she cums that bulge increases

- while shes coming and her knots at full capacity in you, she likes to grind and shallowly thrust into you.

- the wet tight feeling makes her head spin in addition to the whimpers u make

- her moaning is deep and loud

- shes rough tbh.

- takes you from behind.

- wraps her arms or big hands around your neck and pound into you hard and fast

- lowkey has a size kink 👀

- her balls slap against you and she just grunts and thrust faster watching you fall apart on her cock over and over

- leaves marks on your neck, jaw, shoulders

- anywhere she can reach

- her rut is typically a 3-4 day event

- so prepare for the brutal events of those days and then the soft aftercare after that

- kisses, cuddles, baths everything u want u get.

Sua

- BREEDING KINK

- LOVES eating u out

- if ur not in heat then she cums deep in both your holes before eating every last drop out

- she loves how u taste

- thinks she tastes fucking delicious

- so why wouldnt she

- she fucks you in missionary and will pin you to the bed with her body

- her legs preventing yours from closing

- if your in heat then she just fucks and cums fucks and cums

- u two dont leave until the two of you are sated and shes fully bred u

- her balls arent all that big same with her not

- her cocks sort of an average size but throbs ALOT

- she can get LOUD

- bites your neck

- marks you alot and tbh has a little thing for seeing you cry from overstimulation

- her ruts only last like 2 days tho

Siyeon

- shes bigger than average

- fucks hard and fast when shes really worked up

- BREEDING KINK

- I feel like siyeon has a tattoo on her hip

- if ur sucking her off and giving it little kisses, they way shed look n smile at u-

- It's a little heart in your favorite color

- Kiss her tatoos please she goes soft 🥺

- i feel like ya know how some ppl have like thing like saying a safe word or double tapping their arm? All you have to do is stroke or kiss it and she will slow right down and ask if ur okay.

- Ofc if u outright say it hurts or to stop in a tone on pain, seriousness or urgency she will stop anyway

- just because she this big bad girlfriend doesn't mean that she doesn't love or want you safe because you're safety is her main priority

- also feel like she doesnt really like seeing u cry during sex, even if its from pleasure she panics and is like “omg are u okay!? Does it hurt!? Too much!?”

- Might stop alltogether if u cry from her going rough, guilty even if u say ur okay

- like one time when you asked her to hit your ass harder she accidentally hit you too hard and you started crying

- And she immediately went soft

- No because she was so hesitant to do it but u asked so desperately that she did but the minute you cry and say it was too hard or it hurts her heart stops and she hold you close.

- If you want to stop the she will but if u want her to slow down and go soft the shell lay you down sort of in a spooning position and softly thrust. Giving you kisses and rubbing your hip or leg 🥺

- And then when you guys are done she brings you ice cream in bed

- Icecream, movies, kisses and cuddles

- Just a soft soft siyeon

- her ruts are between 2-3 days

Handong

- small cock, a little under average and it curves to the left slightly

- she likes to use your throat as her own personal cocksleve

- cumming deep in your throat is her fav thing

- holds you down on her cock and pinches ur nose to stop u breathing if u act up

- enjoys chocking and squeezing your throat

- especially while ur deepthroating her

- during the break of filming the office ep of dreamcatcher mind she made you suck her off under the table

- the other girls were so turned on that when they were leaving yoohyeon fucked you against the desk as u two were the very last to leave.

- shes a dom but that doesnt mean shes not gonna dress up in pretty lingerie and show her cock off for you.

- fucks you desperatly

- her pretty cock oozes such warm and runny come that it drips out of you

- buys a plug to stop that happening.

- her rut is about 4 days

Yoohyeon

- big cock

- few inches smaller than jiu but way thicker

- splits you open

- fucks you deep into the bed as she empties her balls again and again into ur cunt

- also has a breeding and choking kink

- she moans and whines alot

- Semi public sex is a turn on

- makes u ride her thigh

- marks u up

- leaves hand prints on ur ass

- spits on your cunt before fucking you

- cock throbbing in you while she cums and circles ur clit through your orgasm

- knots for a LONG time

- 45 mins is the average you can be there for almost an hour n a half

- she has big balls full of cum

- saves orgasms up for her rut

- brutal with great aftercare

- fingers one hole while fucking the other

- likes 69

- squirt on her face pls

- rut is about 3 days for her then she sleeps for a week 😂

Dami

- her dick is the smallest but god is it the thickest

- her knot too

- massive, heavy balls filled with thick cum

- knots your ass and pulls out fast before slowly easing it back in

- gaping u is something she lives for

- often leaves both holes gaping and full if thick cum

- pretty silent during sex

- will curse and moan under her breath

- DIRTY TALK

- ears go red when she orgasms

- nuzzles her head into ur neck

- worn out giggles after sex

- takes u for a bath and fuck u again

- fucks ur thighs to cum all over you

- likes to taste herself on your lips after a bj

- fists her cock until orgasm before cumming all over your ass or shooting her load into your ass while you spread your cheeks

- might work up to fisting your ass-

- very very freaky

- LOVES MUTUAL MASTERBATION

- likes making u squirt

- rut lasts like 4 days

Gahyeon

- totally needy during her rut. Pretty cock all hard and she’ll whine or groan as she waits for ur help. She doesnt seem the need to want to go to u so ud have to find her. Definitely likes being ridden when she’s like that. 😳😳☺️

- I feel like her weakness is you sucking her off, has such a thing for being punished by over stim or edging.

- shes so sore and eager from being in rut that not letting her cum can make her shout and try to top u.

- Shes bratty af so is punished quite alot

- Sucking her tip only when giving her a bj makes her so bratty cause your not taking her full length

- gets annoyed and pushes you down on her cock once

- My god did she regret it as soon as you looked at her

- You edged her for hours before then over stimulating her precious cock.

- Her cock all red, covered in cum and throbbing afterwards

- She was falling asleep so you had to clean her up and fight off her cuddles till after.

- She totally TOTALLY becomes attached to you like a koala after sex.

- Pouty, whiney baby

- her cock is so pretty and she tends to always have a red tip

- she has the cutest cock and when she get desperate to cum then the tip 100 percent gets a little more red. Also the faces she makes during sex-

- LOUD MOANS

- you top.

- her rut is about 5 days

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embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together.

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying!

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!”

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?”

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side.

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.”

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.”

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.”

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

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x-infernhoes-x · 3 years

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She’s My Collar- Basilio x Reader

Title: She’s My Collar

Genre: Romance, Smut, Porn with Plot

Warning(s): Mentions of Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, Mentions of Alcohol, Implied Consent, Basilio nearly murdering someone because they spoke badly about you

Description: KAI IF YOU’RE READING THIS, THIS ONE’S FOR YOU AND ALL OF YOU BASILIO SIMPS

NOTE SOMETIME AROUND 3:00 AM YESTERDAY NAWALA YUNG ORIGINAL PUTANG INA I WAS THIS CLOSE ON FINISHING IT SHDJGFHJBDKJBSEDVGSJHGBKHGSFKJBGBKJGBJGLJBGWL AN HOUR’S WORTH OF WRITING G O N E AND I HAD TO REWRITE EVERYTHING I AM STRESSED AND DSBJKGBKJFSDGNB SO ENJOY.

4:31 AM NOTE UPDATE YESTERDAY: langya ayoko na. matutulog na nga ako, sakit na ng likod ko.

6:50 PM NOTE TODAY: I’M GOING TO FINISH THIS BEFORE MIDNIGHT COMES. ALSO, DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE KIDS!!

12:10 AM NOTE TODAY: The note above this one is a lie. I managed to continue this after family night lmao but enjoy still. Tried my best to make it gender-neutral as possible but yeah :’) I kinda failed successfully I think???

You and Basilio have been dating for quite some time now. Although he was a messy guy you made sure that you had his back and helped him out to work on how to keep his sloppy tendencies at bay and in turn he would shower you with love and affection that you would usually get from the demi-god of war. Basilio was the perfect guy, he was a sweet lad who made your lonely days better, he made sure that you were cared for in any shape or form and he always had your back in everything and he would give you anything you would ask for in the world. The two of you barely even fought and if you were to fight, it would be more of a joke one than an all-out screaming match. He was the best thing that has ever happened to you and you constantly thank Bathala for it and Basilio thought the same. The two of you were a match made in heaven.

Although despite your busy schedules keeping the two of you apart, you both made sure that you and your loving boyfriend would get the chance to hang out together. Often, you and Basilio would frequent the Diabolical together, just basking in each other's presence, tucked away in some booth Hank had reserved for the two of you, or sitting by the bar just chatting about each other’s day. You could recall Hank telling you that whenever you were around or that when someone ever mentions your name, Basilio seemed to calm down and would eagerly listen into whatever conversation had said your name. There was a time where Basilio nearly knocked someone’s teeth out because they were talking badly of you and it took Crispin, Maliksi, Hannah, Amie, Alex, and Hank himself to hold back the younger twin and prevent him from punching someone’s lights or teeth out or even prevent a murder from ever happening.

“Alam mo, (Y/N) pag naririnig ni Basilio na dadaan ka rito, parang siyang aso na di mapakali. Kulang nalang na magkaroon siya ng buntot e.” Hank joked as he was cleaning the freshly washed glass, watching Basilio flush red, face buried into his forearm as he groaned in response while you let out a small chuckle.

Now looking back, that memory seemed to be far away from you. Tonight happened to be your anniversary with Basilio and instead of a cozy night in, he wanted to do something different. Basilio wanted to take you out dancing and bar hopping around Bonifacio Global City’s luxurious bars (sometimes you wondered to yourself how the hell can Basilio afford this.) and maybe take you sight seeing around the place when you got the time. Pacing around your living room in your apartment, you were about to shoot him a text message when a knock at your door had interrupted you from doing so, nearly dropping your phone in the process. “Sandali lang!” you yelled to whoever was outside the door. If there was one thing you learned from dating Basilio, it was being vigilant. You had to make sure that the person on the other side of your door was your boyfriend and not some kind of Aswang or any malicious person who had a personal grudge against the twins and Alex. Taking a peek at the pee hole your door had, you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend, Basilio grinning up at you as he waved. Instead of wearing his suit, Basilio was in his casual clothing for tonight, his long silken locks pulled back in a half-up, half-down man-bun.

Opening the door, you then welcomed him with open arms before proceeding to smack him playfully on his arm, an amused smirk on your lips as you opened your mouth to speak, your tone light and teasing, “Took you long enough! Siguro na-traffic ka no?” Basilio could only roll his dark eyes at you as he placed a loving kiss upon your head. “Hindi a, si Kuya Crispin kasi e, sobrang tagal niya sa banyo kaya ayun.” Pulling himself away from you, he then offered his arm for you to take with a grin, his head tilting towards the direction of the door as he spoke, “So ano? Tara na?” “Siyempre naman.”

After making sure your apartment was locked, the two of you went down towards the direction of the parking lot and took a couple few selfies inside the elevator, you and Basilio were off. While in the car, the both of you would scream along to the lyrics of Ang Huling El Bimbo by Eraserheads while in traffic. On your way to BGC, both of you were surprised to see Maliksi and his significant by the stoplight, taking the advantage of the long-ass stop to chat with the Prince of the Tikbalangs and his fiancé. Your conversation was cut short when the stoplight had changed from red to green, saying your goodbyes to each other as Basilio drove away to your very first destination, which was none other than XYLO at The Palace.

In all honesty, you’ve heard about this bar but it was the first time you got to enter the place itself. The both of you got lucky that the place wasn’t as packed and that you got there early before the actual party had started. Both you and Basilio then made your way over to the bar to grab your first drinks of the night. The two of you chatted for a while, occasionally nodding your heads to the beat of the song. After a while, the night seemed to kick in and both of you were already at what seemed to be your 3rd or 4th bar of the night, this time you and Basilio were jumping up and down to DJ Khalid’s song ‘All I Do Is Win’ before the both of you screamed along with the rest of the patrons, “Putang Ina, Alak Pa!” and time seemed to flow faster than ever as you and your loving boyfriend went in and about around BGC’s classiest bars, downing every single drink you two could manage and take or even dance along to the songs the bars provided while occasionally sharing a kiss here and there, not minding the reek of alcohol and sweat clinging on each other’s bodies as the two of you laughed.

Sometime around 10:30, you and Basilio were shitfaced to oblivion but both of you were used to it. You had lost count on how many drinks you’ve managed to down yet you and Basilio couldn’t care less, you were certain that you heard your phones ring but you two never got the chance to answer them because Basilio was busy doing body shots on you or you making out with your boyfriend in some hidden corner of the bar. You were starting to get the hint that after your little make-out session at Club Haze, he was focused on one thing and you knew what that meant, despite being inebriated out of your wits. So what do you do? Put on a show for him of course.

You knew Basilio was sitting by the bar because you told him you were going to use the bathroom to freshen up a little bit since the club felt a little bit humid. What he didn’t expect was you sashaying over to where the dance floor, the last notes of Nelly Furtado’s Maneater fading away only to be replaced by Doja Cat’s Streets. To you, the sound seemed to have slowed down and you weren’t sure because it was the alcohol’s effects taking over, nobody else in the club mattered but your boyfriend alone. The figures around you seemed to blur and Basilio was the only one you had your eyes on as your body moved to the beat, eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted, and even from afar, you could see your demi-god of a boyfriend shuffle in his seat, his cheeks brightly flushed even under the lights of the dark club (yes, Basilio even tried to hide his raging boner from everyone but he was failing miserably). You knew that he was watching you closely like a predator ready to strike and even from afar you can tell that he was getting impatient with your games and that made you smirk. You knew that Basilio had a thing for Semi-Public sex and your several other experiences with him were proof of that, hell the two of you almost got caught one time and you were internally thankful that you weren’t. But tonight, Basilio’s going to abide by the rules of your own game and not his.

The opening bass beat from Beyonce’s Yonce/Partition was your cue to take things up a notch by making your way over to the bar where you had stood upon the counter (you had asked the bartender and the rest of the patrons who hung around the bar save for Basilio in advance and they seemed to agree with it just as long as you were careful) and made your way down the counter, hips sashaying and your body with every beat and drop before stopping to where he was, a smirk on your face, your hands running up from your thighs and right past your chest in a sensual manner, leaning in just so you could ghost your lips over Basilio’s eagerly waiting ones before pulling away with a wink. Once your little show was done and you had gone down from your counter with the help of the bartender you had just spoken to before making your way over to the dance floor once more to dance just as your song, She’s My Collar by Gorillaz began to play only to be caught short when you felt a hand grab you by the wrist.

Despite being drunk you were still smart and quick to retaliate towards whoever had grabbed you only to be surprised to be looking right directly at your boyfriend’s dark obsidian gaze, his breath slow and ragged and you knew you were in it for real this time the moment he said, “We’re leaving.” In a tone, you’ve never heard from him before and that seemed to send shivers and chills up your spine as he dragged you away from the bar to head right outside.

Honestly, the whole trip back to the car seemed to pass you by like a blur, you would occasionally stumble on your own feet, which prompted Basilio to sling you over his shoulder like you were nothing but a sack of potatoes (at least it gave you a perfect view of his ass). The moment you arrived at your car, however, you were thrown haphazardly into the backseat after Basilio had unlocked the door with ease and then entered the vehicle as well, quickly pulling you up on his lap where he locked his lips with you in a heated kiss, hands roaming around your body with such need and you could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his dark jeans. You were surprised at first but once the initial shock and surprise had worn off, you kissed him back as well with the same passion and need that he emulated from his kiss, your fingers and hands made a quick undo of his man-bun and top, hastily unbuttoning them, eager to touch the skin underneath it and leave marks on it. Basilio could only groan in response to your touches, his tongue exploring your mouth like uncharted territory, his hands groping your behind with such force that made you moan out his name, a quiet hiss of “Tangina.” Soon followed your surprise.

In your mayhem of desire and lust, you didn’t notice Basilio play Chase Atlantic’s song Devilish on the radio.

Clothes were thrown around and about in the space of the car and in that blur of clothing being discarded around, you were honestly surprised when Basilio had lifted up your lower half towards him, his lips trailing kisses down your stomach and thighs before his head disappeared in between your legs, bestowing you the best oral you’ve ever had received from him in your years of dating. You couldn’t thrash around with him holding you so tightly against his face as he went down on you but your hands were free to roam and tug at his long silken locks, his name spoken like a prayer and just as you were about to reach your peak, he had pulled away from you, a sadistic yet innocent smirk placed upon his now glistening chin and lips coated in your slick as he spoke, “Not yet, babe.” Winking at you, he gingerly set you down before he leaned over to where his now discarded jeans were as he pulled out his wallet, fishing out a condom and a small pack of lube for him to use. Once the foil was open and the rubber was on his already hard dick, he then proceeded to open the pack of lube, rubbing it on his length before instructing you to get on your hands and your ass up for him.

And by Bathala you began to see stars the moment he had entered you. Your nails seemed to dig on the dark leather surface of the car’s upholstery, your back arched to the extreme and you were certain that you could feel Basilio trailing kisses along the expanse of your neck, shoulders, and back, his hands guiding you on his length while yours snaked around to reach for him, tilting your head sidewards to catch his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, his manhood still relentless at fucking you senseless and in between the thrusts and moans, you were thankful that the windows were tinted from the outside or else the two of you would’ve been caught. Throughout the whole night, you two spent it by doing it on every single surface inside the car, doing every single position the two of you could think of, taking each other to new heights with every pose the two of you did, and yes, let’s just say you were sore the morning after that.

Once the morning came around, the two of you were still naked and you were sure that after your last round with your loving boyfriend, you felt the waves of your hang-over wash over you like a wave, making you groan out in pain. Everything was sore with you and your body was littered with hickies, bruises, and scratch marks while Basilio, who had his healing factor with him thanks to his demi-god status, was relatively unscathed but he did have some hickies of his own to present to the world. Shuffling, you gently nudged Basilio awake as you spoke, “Babe, anong oras na??”

At your action, your boyfriend, still groggy from sleep, could only groan at this, his hand reaching out to search for his mobile phone to check the time. Squinting, he then saw the time on his phone but the color on his face seemed to drain the moment he saw several missed calls and messages from his twin brother and the Babaylan-Mandirigma herself. “SHIT!” Basilio managed to cry out of sheer panic, his head accidentally hitting against the roof of the car, making him hiss even more, hands holding the spot where he had hit his head. “Lagot tayo kay Bossing, (Y/N), kagabi pa niya tayo tinatwagan kasama ni Kuya Crispin.” At the mere mention of Alex and Crispin’s name, you seemed to understand the sense of urgency before the two of you began to clean up the car, dressing up as you did so, attempting to make yourselves look more presentable and cover the tracks from yesterday’s events. Once done, Basilio was driving like a speeding madman in a rush to head back where his brother and Alex were at.

It took him at least an hour to arrive at their destination with Alex taking the role as today’s designated driver while Basilio sat in the back with his brother. “San ba kayo galing? Kagabi pa namin kayo tinatawagan ni Crispin, (Y/N), Basilio. Ano ba nangyare, ha?” Alex spoke, her eyes flickering over to where Basilio was, sheepishly scratching the back of his head as he spoke, “Sensya na ho, Bossing. Nag-sight seeing kasi kami ni (Y/N) kagabi tas nag-bar hoping kami tas pagkatapos nakatulog kami dito sa kotse.” A little doubtful of this, Alex could only glance at you from the corner of her eye, expecting for you to react but you held your emotions close to your heart as you spoke, “Totoo po yung sinasabi ni Basilio, bossing. Di po naming sadya na di kayo replyan ni Crispin. Di na po mauulit.” Nodding, Alex then excused the both of you and the car ride was silent, save for the fact that the radio was playing Last Friday Night by Katy Perry. You did feel a little bit cold however and you couldn’t help the fact that something was missing until Crispin screamed out in surprise, horror, and disgust, finally noticing the thing you were missing. Ah shit. “TANGINA BASILIO, ANO TO!?!?!” Crispin managed to yell out, holding up your lace underwear for everyone in the car to see with Basilio quickly snatching the piece of clothing away from his brother, tucking it in his pocket before he responded, “ANONG-ANO KA DIYAN KUYA!?! WALA KANG NAKITA!!”

You silently prayed to Bathala for him to forgive you but you were sure as hell Alex won’t. You made a mental note to not ever do it in the car you guys use for missions ever again.

#trese #trese netflix #trese x reader #trese fanfic #basilio #basilio x reader #basilio trese #alexandra trese #crispin #crispin trese #maliksi trese #maliksi #smut #AWIT I CANT BELIEVE I'VE MANAGED TO FINISH THIS UP AT 3:24 AM #SAKIT NG LIKOD KO #GOOD LUCK TO YOU BASILIO SIMPS

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 2)

(part 1)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

word count: 3k

chapter warnings: kinda smut? (male masturbation), stalking (not bucky lol), a bit a violence, angst

It had been a month. Well, 29 days, to be exact; he’d been counting them. 29 days since he’d seen so much more than he was supposed to, and he was pretty sure you’d seen him too. 29 days of tense silence as he wondered if you were ever going to say anything about it.

It must have been that you hadn’t seen him, if you hadn’t said anything for so long. But god, it really did feel like you were looking right into his eyes as you came that night. He knew the reality was that it was a horrible mistake and he was a terrible person for looking at you like that, and that he was never going to be any closer to you than watching someone else pleasure you; he knew that truly. But regardless, that moment had been playing on repeat in his mind for 29 days.

And now, as he took his shower, he prepared to finish off day 29 and start day 30.

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, head falling back against the cool tile as his hand stroked slowly over his cock. He’d dreamt about you (again) and woken up so hard that it actually hurt; so this wasn’t a continuation of his perversion, or his unhealthy obsession, no, it was pain relief. It was medicine, really.

In his dream, like always, it had been him between your legs in the back of the car and not that other guy— who he’d seen on TV the other day, dying in the first five minutes of an episode of some awful CW drama, by the way. It killed him that he couldn’t know how you really taste, or how you really would sound saying his name, but the best guess of his subconscious would have to do. He tried to conjure in his mind how you sounded that night, each frame of the memory burned into his brain until it was what he saw every time it closed his eyes.

Baby.

That was what you’d said first, and it still made his heart stop every time it echoed in his head. Baby.

The word itself was sort of innocuous, but it was the way you said it— just below your breath, deep but airy— and what it meant. It was a plea: you were begging him to touch you, to make you feel good, to help you. Bucky could listen to you beg for hours, it would be like music to his ears; like poetry, even.

Later that night, when he’d given you the rest of his sandwich, he’d gotten the closest he ever would to hearing you moan his name. What you’d said originally was just ‘oh my god, Bucky, this is so good’ and it was just generic enough that he could imagine it being a little more specific. Sure, it was stupid to get off on memories of you praising a sandwich (that you ate while drunk in the shower) but it still did wonders for him as his hand pumped his length faster and faster.

Oh my god, Bucky, it feels so good— you feel so good. You’re so good. Oh my god, Bucky—

He bit down on his lip, already so close to the edge that there was no turning back, toes curling underneath the stream of hot water as his breathing moved just as quick as his thoughts— thoughts of you in the back of the car, or in the shower with your foggy silhouette just barely visible to him, or doing all sorts of things that he’d never seen you do but he’d love to pretend he had.

“Oh my god, Bucky!” you yelled as you swung open the door, a choked moan jumping out of his throat in shock as his eyes shot open, come starting to spill down over his hand.

You couldn’t see him through his shower curtain, thank all that’s holy, but it was a sort of sensory overload as he tried to process what was going on mid-orgasm.

“What?!” he yelped, voice clearly rougher but hopefully not in a way you would find suspicious.

“Come quick,” you requested.

Already did, he thought to himself with a shudder of guilt.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s somebody in the yard,” you explained frantically, “it’s probably nothing, but I don’t know how they got past the gate—”

Your mitigation was lost to him as he was already turning off the flow of water, the evidence of his misdeed already washed away, leaving only the ringing in his ears and the burning in his cheeks as reminders.

You stepped out into the hall to give him just enough privacy to slip on a robe, which he was certain he looked ridiculous in but he really had no choice. Storming out of the bathroom, he wasn’t sure he was ready to confront a potential threat while dripping wet and barefoot, but the whole point of him living here most of the week was so he could keep you safe at all times— apparently, shower time included.

“Stay inside,” he instructed you quickly, “and stay out of the line of sight of any windows and doors, got it?”

You nodded, and he could tell you were scared. He hated that you had to worry about this sort of stuff. He was glad to be there to help, yes, but he would rather this line of work didn’t need to exist at all even if it put him out of a job. You waited for him there as he pushed past you and moved through the living room, considering whether or not he should grab a weapon from the safe he kept hidden in this room— but then he glanced to his left arm, drying quicker than the rest of him, and remembered he already had a weapon.

By the time he reached the door he could hear someone shouting your name outside. As Bucky flipped on the damn-near-blinding security light on your porch and entered the yard, he saw a guy— smaller than him, but not exactly tiny— who seemed to ignore him and the light completely as he continued his desperate attempts to get your attention.

“This is private property, you need to leave,” Bucky told the man in his best ‘stern but not quite yelling’ voice.

“Is she home?” he asked him instead, totally unfazed by the warning. As the fan looked back up and called your name again, Bucky shivered with the realization that he was looking up at your bedroom window. Had he already seen you there? Or, worse, did he have some other way of knowing which window was your bedroom?

“You need to get out of here before I call the police. You’re trespassing,” Bucky continued, pushing the man back towards the gate. Sadly, Bucky knew from experience the police weren’t that concerned about celebrity stalkers— you and him had both called to no avail once they learned the name of the homeowner. It made his blood boil just to think about it.

“Hey, let go of me!” the man resisted, pushing Bucky back. He seemed to sober up a bit when Bucky’s face changed, though, but it was too late. He tried to duck but totally missed, and Bucky’s right fist made contact with his jaw. “Ow!” he screeched, cowering and trying to cover his face. “What the fuck?! That’s assault— you just assaulted me!”

“And you’re trespassing. And harassing. And probably stalking,” Bucky listed, continuing to guide the man back towards the gate. “Tell me how you got in here. Did you hop the fence?”

He couldn’t go any further back as the man was pressed back against a stone column, squirming a bit but otherwise putting up little fight— or maybe he was actually trying his best, and it was just lost on someone as strong as Bucky.

Unamused by his stammering and lack of an answer, Bucky brought his metal fist to the column right beside the man’s face, hitting hard enough to break off a sizable chunk of the stone. “Tell me!” he demanded.

“There’s a tree out back, I climbed it!” he explained with a whimper, “I’m sorry!”

“Don’t come back here, you hear me? Or this—” Bucky pointed to the dent in the column that he’d made— “will be your face!”

Letting him go and swinging open the gate a bit, the man ran away of his own volition, stumbling down the street and out of the glowing light of the streetlamps. Bucky let out a low sigh, hoping it was the last of him but terrified that it wouldn’t be. He made a mental note to call a landscaper about trimming this mysterious tree in the back, or maybe chopping it down altogether, as he made his way back inside. He found you in the living room, chewing your nails nervously and watching him step closer with wide, watery eyes.

“He’s gone,” Bucky informed you quickly.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

“You okay?” he asked gently.

“Um, yeah,” you decided, but you didn’t seem so confident. Even so, he wasn’t sure what more he could do.

“Oh, I broke your pillar, by the way. Sorry.”

“I saw that,” you smiled a little, but he frowned.

“I told you to stay out of sight of the windows,” he reminded you.

You sighed. “I know, I know, I just…” you trailed off, lip quivering a little as you got emotional again. “I know it’s stupid but—”

“No, don’t say that,” he interjected.

“— but I was so scared,” you finished, voice wavering as you ran towards him, suddenly pulling him into a tight hug. It took him by surprise, but he figured it was okay to hug you back. He was only wearing a robe, he suddenly remembered, and your face was against the exposed portion of his bare chest. If he hadn’t gotten off just minutes ago, he certainly would’ve gotten hard just from that (embarrassingly enough).

“Hey, it’s okay,” he soothed gently, indulging himself in resting his chin on top of your head as he stroked your hair.

“Thank you,” you mumbled against his skin, pulling him even closer, “god, I don’t even know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t been here.”

A pang of guilt rattled in his chest; you trusted him so completely and he was crushing on you, spying on you (only the once, but still), taking advantage of your need for protection, staying in your guest bedroom and jerking off to you in your shower— when had he turned into an unstoppable pervert?

“Will you stay in my room tonight?” you asked him suddenly, looking up at him with those big shiny eyes and a pouty lip.

“Oh nonononono,” he shook his head, instantly recognizing that trap.

“No, Bucky, please,” you whimpered, “that guy might come back, I don’t want you all the way across the house.”

“I shouldn’t— I’d be overstepping—” he stammered.

“Please,” you sighed, and he sighed too, because when you said it like that, he couldn’t say no to you.

Bucky had insisted on staying on the floor as opposed to getting up on your bed, which was a drag but whatever. At least you had a lot of good spare blankets and pillows to make him a comfy-looking pallet. He seemed to agree when he appeared behind you in the doorway to find you on your knees on the floor, putting it all together.

“You didn’t need to do that, I’m pretty good at sleeping on floors as-is,” he dismissed.

“No, I’m happy to!” you beamed, turning around and choking a bit when you looked up at him in his pajamas. Even though they were still pretty conservative, specifically sweats and a scoop neck sweater-y sort of top, it was probably more than you’d ever seen of him since his uniform was very concealing. You were kind of hoping to catch a glimpse of his metal hand— you didn’t get to see it much because he wore driving gloves the vast majority of the time, and you hadn’t really been paying attention when it was exposed earlier by his just being in a robe— but he was noticeably leaning against the doorframe in such a way that you couldn’t see it. The thing that really got a reaction out of you was his dog tags, though; you’d never seen him wear them before and there was something perfect about the way the silver chain dangled over the slight peek of collarbone visible above his neckline. “Aren’t you warm wearing that much to bed?”

“No, it’s fine,” he dismissed. You hoped he wasn’t wearing more just for your benefit. Shirtlessness would’ve benefited you more, certainly. In fact, now you felt kind of bad that you were just wearing a thin, silky short-and-tank set. Hopefully it didn’t make him uncomfortable.

Getting up from the floor, you slipped under your covers and motioned for him to do the same. He turned off your lamp first, stealing your last chance at a good view of the hand, and you heard him get comfortable on the floor.

“Thank you for this,” you mumbled quickly into the darkness. “I don’t think I’d be able to fall asleep if you weren’t in here.

“Oh, of course,” he replied softly.

“Goodnight,” you whispered.

“Goodnight,” he answered back, and his low, sleepy voice was somehow both soothing and energizing.

You weren’t sure if you even tried to fall asleep, or how long you laid staring out into the void of the darkness. It was so dark in your room that you saw purple spots dancing in the corners like static as your eyes adjusted, incomprehensible shapes forming to make up for the lack of visual stimulation. You wished that there was enough ambient light to be able to see Bucky’s shape on the floor and know he was there; instead, you settled for the subtle sound of his slow breathing. When you heard him adjust slightly, you decided maybe just the breathing wasn’t enough to be sure it was really safe.

“Bucky?” you whispered under your breath. “Are you awake?”

“Yes,” he answered, making you sigh with relief.

“I can’t sleep.”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to sleep if I wasn’t here.”

“But I never said you being here would make me sleep,” you pointed out.

“Then I should go,” he decided.

“No, please,” you hissed, “don’t go.”

“Okay.”

You took a deep breath. “Tell me something,” you requested.

“Tell you what?”

“I don’t know, anything.”

He paused for a moment. “Will it help you sleep?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged.

Bucky sighed, and you heard him turn on his side. “Want me to tell you a bedtime story?” he asked, sarcasm noticeable even in a whisper.

“Yes,” you announced with a smile.

“Okay,” he pondered, “um… once upon a time—”

“Good start,” you rolled your eyes.

“No interrupting!” he scolded.

“Sorry…”

“Anyways, once upon a time there was a princess, who lived in a castle in the Isle of Manhattan.”

“A castle?” you asked excitedly.

“A somewhat modest castle, but yes. One with big golden gates and marble columns. The princess didn’t live all alone in her castle though— at least, not all the time. She had many royal attendants, and servants, and plenty of friends of course. But the problem with being a beautiful, kind, generous princess is that sometimes people get too friendly and want to visit her in the castle when she’d rather be alone. Thankfully, the princess had a last line of defense—”

“Let me guess, a knight in shining armor?” Or more like knight with shining arm.

“Wish I could say so,” he disagreed. “No, this princess needed something a little fiercer, and that was why a dragon guarded the castle.”

“A dragon?!”

“Mhmm. A big, scary dragon with sharp teeth and big wings, that breathed fire on anyone who got in his way. The thing about knights is that they’re noble, and handsome, and righteous. But righteousness prevents people from doing bad things, and sometimes bad things need to be done to protect good things. So, knights can’t protect princesses like they should. That’s what dragons are for. They’re mean and nasty— it’s their nature, after all— and sometimes you need somebody burnt up, so you call a dragon and he’ll deal with it for you. And this dragon was the meanest and nastiest of them all, and he’d burnt a lot of people in his time. Oddly enough, the princess was still nice to him, but she had a lot of knights and princes and kings who wanted her hand. Good thing the dragon was there to pick off the worst ones.”

You giggled a little, even though your heart was racing.

“The dragon watched over the castle every night— well, five nights a week… cause the princess wanted weekends to herself— but, still, he was very dedicated and did his best to keep her safe. Sometimes he would take her to whatever lavish ball she had been invited to that week; she would ride on his back as he flew there, even though he was pretty scared she would fall off or something. And sometimes…”

Your breath caught at the pause, waiting anxiously for what would come next.

“Sometimes the dragon wished he wasn’t a monster. But if he wasn’t a monster, then he couldn’t keep her safe. So, he resigned himself to a life outside the castle, because at least he could be near her— even if she was impossibly far away.”

You swallowed as you tried to process it, finding yourself at a complete loss for words.

“The end,” he whispered gently, before giving you a goodnight and saying your name in a way that he’d never said it before— at least, you’d never heard him say it that way before. But you really, really hoped you’d get to hear it again. You did manage to fall asleep eventually, dreaming about flying and wishing you didn’t have to wake up.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction

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alovesongshewrote · 2 years

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Whumptober Days 31, 28, 27, 18, and 12 - time isn't real | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot: i don't even know, man, i think you just have to read this one (Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader)

Warnings: blood, broken glass, someone gets broken glass in their mouth, restraints, torture, seizures, vomiting, chills, horror, poison, etc, let me know if there's more

A/N: okie dokie, so, this set of hcs started on tumblr, and was spurred on by @furblrwurblr and by @mxcheese the later of which contributed several ideas, so many thanks to both of those lovely people. todays prompts are: smile for the camera, prisoner, trauma, torture, begging, made to watch, nightmares, panic, and collapse

Here we are

Day 31

And day 12

And day 18

And days 27 and 28

…

Whatever, time isn’t real, who’s ready for angst!?

douxie's been hurt, tortured

or otherwise had the shit kicked out of him

sucks, but like

that's kinda par for the course at this point

you go and you find him with archie, and you're both like "oh fuck, oh no, oh fuck"

you pick him up, and he is way too light because of blood loss

and then you get him out of there

But alas

There are no local hospitals

Because i said so

And y’know what, douxie’s condition would be kind of hard to explain

You can’t just go in and say, “A super secret organization kidnapped and tortured my boyfriend!”

There’ll be questions

And you don’t want questions

So you take him to the nearest safe location

A cabin in the mountains, maybe?

Yes

A cabin in the mountains

Which is

Isolated as fuck, which means you have to take care of douxie

you're getting blood on your clothes

and on your skin

and his blood is warm, but he is cold, and it's freaking you out, and you just want him to wake up and tell you he's gonna be ok

that everything is gonna be ok

but he isn't going to do that

the closest thing you have is the sweet, sweet pipes of alfred molina

who has been in

so many things, holy shit

Stan archie you cowards

anyway

he tries to tell you it'll be ok, and that's enough for you to get douxie home, and onto a flat surface

he doesn't get a bed yet

beds are for people who don't need stitches

so, you're fucking panicking

you sterilize a needle, get some thread, and stitch him up the best you can

you also try to fucking

clean out all of his wounds

by the end of it

you're covered in blood

the table is covered in blood

the floor is covered in blood

archie is covered in blood

the towels you were using are covered in blood

there's blood on the walls

there's

there's a lot of blood, ok?

your kitchen smells like blood and soap

But wait!

There’s more!

this is gonna fuck me up, but

douxie lost too much blood

transfusion time (:

So, uh

you google how to do that while archie looks on, concerned

and then you almost kill yourself giving douxie your blood

yayyyyyy, romance

after that, you fuckin

try to get the rest of the dried blood off of douxie

and also

his clothes

you take the clothes off of douxie

you try to find something for him to wear that won't irritate his shit ton of wounds

eventually you do, and you just put them on him

make him pretty

Fix him up

and you get him into bed

and then you just

pet his hair

For a while

You just sit by his side, making sure he’s okay

And when you’re satisfied that he won’t die the second you take your eyes off of him

You get up and take a shower

Wash the blood of off you

Dry yourself off

And then you wash/brush the blood out of archie’s fur

Now that was pretty angsty

But uh

It was just the set up

You’re finishing cleaning off

And you’re finally calming down

And you think everything will be alright

When douxie starts coughing

He isn’t waking up

He’s just coughing

...

Up blood, he’s coughing up blood

so you go, no no no no no no no

and try to find a way to help him

fortunately, that issue is resolved on its own

when he stops coughing up blood and vomiting up whatever was left in his stomach

Honestly, “whatever was left in his stomach” wasn’t a lot

He was starved while he was tortured, and even before then, i have my doubts about this man eating enough

Anyway

He keeps throwing up for a good few minutes

And you can’t do anything

But hold his hair back

And pray to whatever gods are out there

That he’ll be okay

he still doesn't wake up btw

he just

passes out right after that

it sucks

and it's scary

But it gives you time to clean up the blood and vomit, so you're ok with it

Or as okay with it as you can be

And while he’s out, you go and find a bucket, for future instances of night vomiting

After that, you go back to watching him

he's fine for a few hours

until he starts physically fucking shivering

Even though he’s under several fuckin blankets

because apparently, it isn't enough to torture and maim douxie, oh no

The universe had to make him sick, too

You aren’t sure if he’s sick, or if his wounds are infected, or

if he’s been poisoned

But it’s all very sus

so, you get archie to try and find out what, exactly, the fuck happened to douxie

And while he does that

you just

Try to find more blankets

you hold his hands

they're cold.

And they’re normally pretty cold, but now they’re colder

Upsettingly cold

So you just

Do your best to take care of him

And eventually

he stops shivering

His hands warm up a little

And he stabilizes, more or less

and you're like

"great, everything's ok for now"

So you go

Take a minute to breathe

Make yourself some tea

And when you go back

You see douxie

Standing up

In front of one of the windows, just staring out into the mountains

How did he get out of bed?

who fucking knows

you don't

but you put him back in there

and shut the windows, which he opened somehow

and you turn back to him

and you're like

"wtf, he was asleep the whole time. Does he sleep walk? i didn't know he did that"

But you shake that off

Chalk it up to a side effect of the torture, or poison, or whatever illness he’s enduring

You sit down

and you go to sip your tea

and then douxie starts fucking screaming

You drop your tea

It spills right across the floor, but you don’t care

You're too busy trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong

It sounds like he's in pain

And that makes you think he may have opened one of his wounds when he got up

but there's no blood

it's just a nightmare

and you know he just has to ride it out

but you

you don't want to- you can’t listen to his screams without doing something

You

You just can’t do that

so you just

lie down next to him

while he writhes in pain that isn't even real

his sobs are loud

yours aren't

And you just lie there

you're afraid to touch him

the most you do is move him gently so he doesn't fall out of the bed

and he screams

until the sun rises

and archie gets back

He quiets down right about then

ANYWAY

ARCHIE ISN’T SURE WHAT HAPPENED TO DOUXIE

His captors didn’t really film anything

There aren’t too many records

But

What evidence he does find suggests that douxie was poisoned as well as tortured

Archie is determined to figure out what poison is in his boy’s system, and the cure for whatever poison it may be

And he’s ready to take off

But you have one more question for him

"Hey, Arch, has Douxie ever- does Douxie have a history of sleepwalking?"

the answer is no

SO!

it must be a poison thing!

Yay?

That night, archie takes off to find a cure

And the next day, douxie still doesn’t wake up

you make the dangerous decision to try and feed him, since he hasn’t eaten since who knows when

It almost works until he throws it all up

There’s a bit of blood in there, too

For seasoning, ig

It landed in the bucket, though, so it isn’t too hard to clean up

After that, you notice that douxie's running a bit of a fever

so, you do what you can to amend that

and you try to get this boy some water

so he can hydrate before he diedrates

but, ah

while you're in the kitchen, getting water

you hear him get up

and you're like

"OH FUCK, HE'S AWAKE"

so, you spin around, ready to run down the hall

But there’s no need

Douxie is right behind you.

his eyes are closed.

you don't think he's opened them since you found him.

so uh

needless to say, you are a bit spooked

you drop the glass of water you were holding

you're very careful to step over it when you take douxie back to bed

alas, he vomits again before you can get him there, so you're like, "ok, we're making a quick stop in the bathroom"

and you do

you run out into the hall for a second, while he’s in the bathroom, just to get some towels

and when you do

you step on glass.

which, if you'll remember, was broken in the kitchen

Not In Your Hallway

you don't know how it got there

but you do know it hurts

you also know that douxie is still throwing up in the bathroom

rip douxie

so, uh

You go to join him

You put a towel over his shoulders because he's cold again

You rub his back for a minute

and then you get to work on the glass in your feet

once that's done, and once douxie is done vomiting

and also, once the glass is swept up

you get douxie back to bed

he actually rests this time

he almost looks peaceful

It brings you some, uh

Peace of mind

you go about your day more or less normally

just

tending to douxie as you need to

a few days go by like that, with the only interruptions being screaming fits and vomiting

and then you go to change the bandages you put on him

and he wakes up

and he looks

terrified

he yells at you

to stay away from him

that he knows you aren't real

that none of this is

And it breaks your heart

you just

you want to hold him

to dry his tears and let him know that you're real, and this is real, and he's safe

But

You can’t touch him

You don’t know what he’ll do

You try to talk him down

Just

"Shhh, sh sh sh, it's okay, you're okay, I swear you're okay, I promise"

And like

He doesn’t calm down all the way

but he doesn't look like he'll attack you anymore

So that’s good

you reach out

And

He lets you touch him

You put your hands on his shoulders

And you just

Hold him

And you feel him relax into your embrace

and you can feel him shake as he sobs into your shoulder

and you're sobbing, too

It’s okay

He’s safe now

You both are

You run your hands up into his hair

and you kiss him

everywhere you can reach

his jawline, his cheeks, his temples

which is a bit of a stretch because he is tall

his neck, and his shoulders

everywhere you can reach

and in between those kisses, you keep saying

"It's okay, it's okay, you're safe now, you're safe"

and he just repeats

"I'm safe. I'm safe."

his voice is rough from disuse

you can feel the vibrations when you kiss him

and he's so warm

and his arms are around you

and everything is ok

annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd then he needs to sit down again

but it's ok

you sit beside him and just

rest your head on his shoulder

and he's running his fingers through your hair

and his eyes are closing

and you whisper

as to not ruin the gentle mood

"Hey... I know it might be a little early to ask... but could- could you tell me what happened?"

and you're right

it's too early

he can't

but you're ok with that

so you just

lie down with him

and you both fall asleep

when you wake up

you wake up to see him staring at you

and you smile and brush a strand of hair out of his eyes

and then you realize

he isn't smiling

he's shaking.

he might or might not be having a seizure

And it might or might not be poison related

so you jump up, freak out

and try to deal with this

by the time he's recovered, you're crying

and you

you ask if he's ok

you ask what happened

And again

He can’t answer you

so you just

run your fingers through his hair until he goes back to sleep

then you get up

go about your day

archie stops by to let you know that no, what poison is running through douxie’s system yet, but he's trying

and you're thankful for it

You also let archie know that douxie’s awake, and arch visits his boi for a bit

they're happy to see each other, of course

Archie just sits in douxie’s lap and purrs

you let them have their space

In the meantime, you walk into the kitchen, fully intending to make some tea

But uh

one of your windows is broken.

Weird

There’s more glass on the floor

you're gonna have to start wearing shoes, lol

But anyway, you clean up the glass

Archie heads out, not without giving you a little headbutt

It’s cute

that night, you sleep by douxie's side again

when you wake up

he's staring at you

...

he is

his eyes are

so beautiful

but they're so empty

it's like he's seeing right through you

it breaks your heart

And then

They shut again

you kiss his forehead and get out of bed

you get yourself some water

You go back to douxie

and just

watch him sleep for a bit

that's when something shatters in the next room

You go to check it out

And

the mirror in your bathroom is broken.

that's

normal?

you trace the cracks with your finger

your reflection is distorted

and as you focus on your face

douxie's reflection appears beside yours

it spooks your for a second

but when you realize it's him, you chill out

You’re about to say his name, but

you don't even have time to turn around

He kisses your neck, gently

runs his hands up and down your arms

and thanks you for taking such good care of him

you laugh and you're like

"It's no problem."

and he fuckin

"Are you sure? It's rotten work-"

to which you can only respond

"Not to me, not if it's you."

then you kiss him

The kiss starts out slow

but it gets more heated as you go

his hands are running through your hair

yours are on his chest

and then

something breaks in the kitchen

you run in and a bunch of cups are broken

you look for a culprit

but there's nothing but a small black rat in the corner

it yeets away before you can do anything about it

So uh

you’re freaking out a little bit

but douxie calms you down

he just

rubs your arms

pulls you against him

kisses your head

and tells you that everything will be ok

that you're safe

because taking care of you, and of the glass, is his job now, not yours

He promises he'll help you clean it up tomorrow

but for tonight

he gets you back to bed

in the morning, he keeps his promise

you

really don't know how he made cleaning up glass fun

but he did it!

And since he did that

You now trust him enough to leave him home while you go out and get groceries

yayyy groceries

anyway

You go home, and

and your house is a fucking mess

and you're like

"nani the fuck?"

you find douxie and archie just

in the middle of the living room

looking exhausted

and you're like

"guys, what the fuck???"

BASICALLY

THEIR STORY IS

they saw the rat

and douxie tried to chase it (without magic) to get it outside

while trying to keep archie from munching on it

douxie has a bite mark on his right hand to prove it.

A bite mark from, quote

“Where I (Douxie) tried to grab the rat”

so you're like

"oh, jeez, let's get that cleaned out"

and you go into your bathroom and

the mirror's gone

and douxie's like

"yeah, no, I chucked that out for you. didn't want you to get hurt”

and you're like

"awwwwww"

And then, because he kinda

Wrecked your cabin and feels bad about it

Douxie makes you dinner

and so!

he!

cooks for you!!

and you just

wrap your arms around his waist while he stirs things

and he does the thing where he lets you taste it early

What he’s making doesn’t matter

Though personally, i think it’s soup

But that doesn’t really matter, what matters is

HE KISSES U WHILE HE'S MAKIN IT :D

Anyway, halfway through the soup process, also known as, the soupening

archie calls you into the living room

You kiss douxie “goodbye” and then you go assist archie

Who really just needed you to clean off his glasses

Which he could not do

Without thumbs

Rip archie

Anyway

After that you make your glorious return to the kitchen

You kiss your boyfriend many more times

and then dinner's ready

so y'all go to eat

and the soup!

is so good!

until there's glass in it.

you didn't notice until it was

y’know

in your mouth

But yeah, no, you were just trying to eat, and the next thing you knew

Your mouth tasted like blood

and douxie

feels

so guilty

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry my love, I thought I got all the glass-!"

you try to assure him it's ok

but there is

blood and glass in ur mouth

oops

so douxie helps you up and takes you to the bathroom

he finds some tweezers and

because there's no mirror

he has to get the glass out for you

and he's so

gentle about it

The feeling of his hands on your jaw, it just

it makes you relax

Eventually you just flop onto him

He carries you to bed

kisses you

lets you rest

and when you wake up in the morning, he's awake before you are

and he would've made you breakfast in bed, but y'know

glass

instead he's just

watching you sleep

he has a book in his hands

A book that belongs to you

now

the thing about the book

AND TUNE IN KIDS, BC I'M ABOUT TO BREAK YOUR HEART WITH FLUFF

the thing about the book

is that douxie wrote it

he started writing it in ye olde times

two? centuries after merlin hit the hay?

thing is, the book is old

Very old

Now, i’d let you guess what’s in it, but i tried that in a discord server, and someone guessed “glass” so

I’ll just tell you

it's poetry

Poetry, song lyrics

Etc.

The other thing about this book is that uh

Douxie didn’t actually want you to have it

Not at first, at least

you had to gently bully him into letting you see it

and when you finally got to see it

you loved it

you would just

sit next to him and read his poetry for hours

eventually, douxie left the book with you

(he wanted it to be with someone who loved it)

And all of the poems

Are just

So sweet

Or wildly creative

And they’re in his handwriting

and whenever he wasn't around you'd just

trace the pages with your fingers

resting them where his hands had been

you

you're very in love with him

And every time he visited you

he would write a new poem

And he did this until the book was full

and the very last poem in the book

was about you

Specifically about how douxie was and is in love with you, and had been for the past few centuries

it’s how he confessed his feelings

yeah, you kissed him pretty hard during his next visit

anyway

he's holding that book now

lying on the bed, facing you

And suddenly he says

"This thing is falling apart. We should throw it out."

So uh

That’s a bit of a

What do they call them?

Red flags, right?

Yeah

That’s a bit of a huge fucking red flag

because douxie

your douxie

the man you love

would never suggest that

so you get up and you're like

"hahaha, no"

You reach over for the book

and he pulls it out of your grasp

with a little fuckin smirk on his face.

you reach for it again, and he pulls it away like before, but you manage to grab onto it

“I don’t want to get rid of it.”

So, douxie

Still smirking

Lets you pull the book from his hand

The cover shifts.

And your heart shatters

And like

Part of you is thinking about how douxie would never do this

But mostly

You’re thinking about getting your book fixed

You turn away from douxie completely, your attention now fully on the book

The cover of which

Is a little fucked up

And you

You’re almost in tears over it

You hug the book to your chest

And you feel douxie’s hands on your shoulders

As he hugs you to his chest

And he says

“Relax my darling, it’s just a book”

And uh

You more or less go

“Douxie would never????” internally

And

You realize

That douxie wouldn’t throw out your mirror, either- not without asking you first

You also realize that there’s no way he’d “accidentally” get glass in your food

He works at a cafe ffs

And

As you watch douxie’s hands moving up and down your arms

You remember the bite on his right hand

The hand he tried to grab something with

Douxie is left handed.

And finally

You realize

As he hugs you to his chest

And wraps his arms around you

Your Hisirdoux Casperan smells like cloves.

Whoever this man is.

Whatever this man is.

He does not smell like cloves.

You drop the book.

And like

You’re freaking out on the inside

Of fucking course you are, there’s an imposter among u

But you can't confront him now

You don’t know how dangerous this stranger is

You act your fucking ass off

“You’re right. It’s just an old book. Let’s go to bed, my love.”

You lie down next to him

And you plan to get up

You plan to get up and get a weapon

Or just to get out

But

You fall asleep

And when you wake up

It’s dark

It’s late

and douxie is on the ceiling, grinning at you with a smile that stretches much too far across his face

So, uh

He crab walks down the ceiling at you

His mouth opening wider than it should as his head jerks at an impossible angle to face you

You fucking run

You grab douxie’s book

And you run

You yeet out to the front yard, and archie’s walkin up like nothing is wrong

So you fucking

Grab the cat and go

You get in your car and you hit the fuckin gas

And everything is fine!

You’re safe in the car, with Archie :)

And you turn to arch and you go

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, that wasn't douxie"

You’re fucking crying

You’re scared

And you’re upset

you're not having a good time

You’re actively sobbing as you try to warn archie about not!douxie

And that fucking cat

Turns to you and says

“I know.”

You turn to look at him, shocked and horrified that he knew

Shocked and horrified that he let you kiss this monster

That he let you share your bed with a stranger

And he didn’t fucking tell you what he knew

But when you turn to look, you don’t see archie

You see a Big.

Black.

Rat.

…

You’re a little shaken

But in your horror, you form a plan

As the rat’s mouth splits open, just as douxie’s had, you crash your car into the trees on the side of the road

the airbags deploy and you get time to escape

With, of course, the book

You sprint into the trees

Running as fast as you can with no direction

with no goal, no nothing other than to escape

tears stream down your face, the book is clenched tightly in your hands

You run

Deeper and deeper into the forest

Until you’re too exhausted to do anything but walk

And once your pace slows, you hear screams

And fuck

It sounds like him

And you want it to be him

Like a fool

You run towards the screams

And you see someone

You see him

He’s crawling towards you, and his face is normal

And you want to run to him, but something holds you back

And that’s a damn good thing

because the thing that isn't douxie, and never was, sprints towards you

You run again

You run, and run, and run

and something keeps swooping at your head

And uh

Something tells you that’s the thing that pretended to be archie

You keep running

And you keep hearing screams

And eventually

you break down and sob because all we can hear is Douxie screaming

The man you love- all you can hear is his pain

His anguish

And you

You know, deep down

That whatever is doing this to you

Did this to him

And it killed him

And that

Breaks us

You also realize it must’ve killed archie, which just sucks

Because you loved archie, too

You just breakdown in the forest

Until the screaming stops

And when you look up

You see a building

Lit warmly from the inside

As you stand, the world seems to shift

You stumble towards the building

You open the door

And it reveals a hallway

You lean against the walls

And stumble down the corridor, book still clutched to your chest

And then

You come to the end

And it leads to a big cavernous room

Where douxie is chained against the wall

And archie is caged beside them

You make your way towards them

You’re limping and gasping, trying not to die

And then

Just as you reach your boys

Douxie looks at you

This smile is just a little too big for his face

The room dissolves

And you’re left alone in the woods again

That’s a lot to take in

You collapse to the ground

And the book happens to slip from your grasp

You hear someone behind you

Their footfalls are heavy on the fallen leaves that blanket the forest floor beneath your back

You reach out for the book

You grab it

You open it

What’s in the book?

…

Nothing.

The book is empty.

you sit back up and flip violently through the pages

The book is fine, although it is empty

You hear the footsteps again and you turn around

And who else could it be?

It’s him.

He’s there.

Archie’s on his shoulder.

And we just ask, “What- what is this-?”

We don’t get an answer.

Douxie charges

He twists and falls to the ground and sprints at you

…

And you slap him in the face with the book.

It runs at you again and smack

Book

You defend yourself for a good five minutes, all with the book

And like

It’s cute

Or sad, depending on who you ask

(i think it’s cute)

because you're defeating an evil version of douxie with something the real douxie used to love you

it's like he's fighting with you

he's by your side, even in presumable death :)

Ok, yeah, the last one’s sad

But anyway, i digress

there's only so much you can do against those two with a book

and eventually, archie knocks you down

And douxie

grabs you by the throat

He lifts you

(in the air, by your throat)

you drop the book

And it says

"Is this worth it, Casperan? Is a tiny piece of information really worth the life of the one you love?"

And it squeezes

it squeezes and squeezes

Until you hear

In his voice

"ENOUGH!"

Quickly followed by

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you, just- let them go, please-"

you're dropped on the ground

your world goes black, but your eyes aren't closed

when you get your vision back, the world is white

And it’s

Way too bright

you gasp for air and your body thrashes

you're restrained

and you're coughing

and when the coughing fit subsides enough for you to see clearly

You see him

Your him

Douxie

Also, Archie, Archie is there. His glasses are gone, but he’s there!

And as good as it is to see him, your eyes are on Douxie

And his time

you can tell it's him

because he has murder in his eyes

because you've been hurt

he's yours

and he loves you

…

He’s also been tortured

Just

Btw

Like, his chest is fucking marred

Covered with blood and bruises

He’s been burnt, stabbed, beaten

And judging by some of the marks on his side, he’s apparently been whipped

You want to run to him

You want to hold him

But you remember what happened last time

You would run to him

But uh

That whole mess has made you weary

Also, you’re restrained

And uh

There’s actually some glass in the way

You and douxie are on either sides of an interior window

You’re chained up on one side, he’s on the other

And on both sides, there are several screens

The demon’s face smiles at you from each and every one.

On those screens, you can see yourself being strangled

And uh

It’s fucking you up a little

Anyway

You’re freed

Your body drops to the ground and you just

Can’t move

You’re so tired

You can hear douxie’s voice from the other room

"Let them go first."

It’s, in your dazed opinion, a reasonable enough request

But it’s met with

"Tell us first, or we send them back and let it finish them off."

From another voice, presumably your captor

You hear your wizard’s voice again

“Fine. Come closer.”

You hear him whisper something, and then

Your captor laughs

And says

“Good… Kill them.”

You hear douxie scream in response

It’s an enraged, desperate sound

And

It sets you off

In your hands

You manifest something

It’s the mother fucking book

and

When you’re attacked

You kick some mother fucking ass

Douxie is still restrained, but he’s proudly going “THAT’S MY PARTNER” internally, if not externally

You beat the shit out of anyone who even tries to lay a finger on you

And then

You break the glass

(preferably by slamming some guy’s head against it)

Once the glass is suitably broken

You jump through the window

on the other side, you kick a little more ass before freeing douxie

And then

He protects you

And archie

And then, you all break out

You steal a car from those assholes and y’all fucking bolt

eventually, you get far enough away, and you pull over on the side of the road

You move to put your hand on douxie’s

And

He flinches

So you stop

And he just

Apologizes

To which you respond

"It's not your fault, love.... I- It is you, right?"

And he says, "Yes! Yes, it is me, I... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."

And he just

Repeats it

He repeats the words “I’m sorry”

Over and over and over

And you

Get out of the car

and gesture for him to do the same

And he does

The apologies are halted for the moment

You

Walk over to him

Your way lit by the car’s headlights

And

You stand

Facing him

And this motherfucker apologizes

Again

And that

Is when you reach out to touch him

And he lets you

Your hands move over his skin, careful not to hit the wounds that have been carved into his chest

You’re focused on that

And that’s when you hear him say

"I-I won't make you take care of me. I don't want you to go through that again, or even feel like you-"

You say his name and it shuts him up

You place your hands on his jawline, gently

And you say

"Someone told me this is rotten work... but you know it isn't to me. Not if it's you... really you."

He smiles

And his smile is normal

There are tears in his eyes, and you can tell he loves you

And carefully, he pulls you closer to him

His lips brush past your cheek as he leans in

And he whispers

The poem he wrote about you

And you smile

I mean, you’re glowing, but it’s a normal smile

You take your hands from their place on his jaw, and you bring him closer

And you kiss him

your hands run up into his hair and his arms wrap around your waist

And he kisses you back

you part for a moment, just long enough for his forehead to rest against yours

And for both of you to smile

Before he kisses you again

And then, you’re crying

He’s crying

And you’ve stopped kissing, and he’s just

Holding you

Archie curls around you both

You all hold each other until the tears stop

You pull away, slightly, though your arms are still wrapped around Douxie’s neck

You let out a tearful laugh

"We're gonna have to get you fixed up, huh?"

He hums

And then you add

“We should also get you a shirt.”

Douxie laughs, and kisses your neck until you’re laughing too

And then

You go

The three of you run off into the night

You’re safe

They’re safe

And you’re okay

And yet, neither of you realize that the demon has been released

#whumptober #whumptober 2021 #douxie x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie headcannons #hisirdoux x reader #douxie x y/n #hisirdoux x y/n

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Makeshift Heating Pad - Shouto Todoroki x Reader

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist

A/N: So I had this one in storage for a little bit to ‘save for a rainy day’ and all that jazz, and because I’m having to do a little bit more research than normal for a request I received (don’t worry dear anon, I haven’t forgotten about you!) I didn’t want to have a serious lull in posting stuff. So, everybody, welcome to the chat this bad boy.

Warnings: Mentions of periods (menstrual cycle), Shouto being the best bf on earth.

Word Count: 1.4K

When that time of the month came around, you knew exactly what to do. You even went as far as to having an app on your phone that cataloged when you would get your period; giving you notifications the week before and then the day before. So, when that little notification bubble popped up before you went to bed, you should’ve remembered to take a painkiller, take an anti-nausea supplement, and use a feminine product, right? Oh, how unfortunately wrong you were. Normally you were very attentive, but when you were in the arms of your ever so doting boyfriend, sometimes logic flew out of the window as you were nestled in his soothing embrace. What a rude awakening it was in the very early hours of the next morning.

With a jabbing pain to your lower stomach, you shot out of bed, unfortunately knocking Shouto’s jaw in the process that had previously been resting on the crown of your head.

“...Sorry” you muster, using your hands to press down harshly on your stomach, trying everything in your power to smush down the pain.

“S’okay… are you okay?” Shouto’s sleepy and raspy voice provided some comfort to your pain as he rubbed a calming hand up and down your shoulder. With another stab of pain, you gasped. All you could do in response is shake your head. While you had some suspicion as to what was going on, Shouto didn’t have a clue. He tried to run through any events that happened recently. Did someone accidentally hit you too hard in that spot during hero training yesterday? Did you eat something bad last night? Is one of your muscles contracting out of nowhere? Unbeknownst to him, his last thought was entirely accurate as your cramps continued to subject your body to awful pain. “Would you like some painkillers? Would that help?” With a quick nod from you, he gently helped you move back to rest on the headboard of your bed, trying to make you as comfortable as possible. That’s when he saw the large patch of red that starkly contrasted the swan-like white of your sheets. He sucked in a breath, his eyes stuck on deep scarlet, which caused you to flick your eyes to what Shouto was so shocked at. That was when a harsh truth laid itself upon you.

“Shit…” you whisper, your jaws clenched and your eyes squinting in pain and embarrassment as you look at your period-stained sheets that you, just a second ago, were sharing with your boyfriend. “Sho, I’m so sor-”

“Here, let me help you up so you can go shower,” His soft, velvety words cut through your worried and panicked ones, offering you his hand for you to take. Your mouth formed a small smile as your eyes watered a bit, taking his hand and letting him walk you over to the little bathroom in your dorm. What U.A. provided wasn’t much, just a small little sink, toilet, and the skinniest shower known to man-kind, but it was enough for you to appreciate the privacy it provided. Walking to a communal shower with red-stained pajama shorts wasn’t in your top 10 things to do with your dorm life. The curtain was flipped back and the warm water was turned on for you by Shouto, who was currently fluffing out a towel for you to use.

“Thank you, Shouto, but you didn’t have to do all this,” you say, your voice thankful and entirely gracious. Heterochromatic eyes flicked over to you and the smallest smile quirked in the process.

“It’s the least I can do. I’ll leave you to undress and I’ll be back with clean sheets, okay?” With a nod and a simper, you let Shouto close the door behind him. You took your top, shorts, and undergarments off easily, but you let yourself mourn your underwear for a bit. Another cute pair lost to the ever hungry void of your menstrual period.

The warm water did wonders to soothe the backache and headache that were both severely prominent to you, and the lavender shampoo, conditioner, and body wash left you feeling rejuvenated and fresh, but still tired. Wrapping the blanket that Shouto left out for you around your body and grabbing a few feminine products, you changed into the fresh set of comfort wear that he had slipped under the door for you and wrapped your hair up in the towel. Finally, you let the bathroom door swing open to reveal a freshly made bed, a painkiller next to a glass of water, and Shouto, who was holding a little grocery bag filled with extra period products and your favorite candy. You almost collapsed out of sheer happiness right then and there, but figured that Shouto’s efforts would’ve gone to waste, so you crawled over to your bed. The blankets and duvet felt cloud-like as your clean body slipped underneath them, causing you to let out a sigh of content.

“Comfy?” Shouto asks you, sliding in next to you and situating you in between his legs, your back resting on his torso.

“Very. Thank you so much-” And, once again, you lurched forward in pain. While back aches and headaches could disappear with a quick splash in warm water, menstrual cramps were a much different story. Quickly, Shouto maneuvers himself so that he could reach the glass of water and the painkiller, putting them gently in your hands.

“I’m sorry you’re in so much pain,” He says sadly, brushing your hair behind your shoulders so that it was out of your pained face. You shake your head and smile sadly.

“It’s okay, Sho, it’s kinda my fault for not preparing better for this. Usually I’m pretty good at knowing when this kind of stuff is going to happen. I must’ve forgotten to check my phone last night. You sucked in another breath as a second wave of pain washed over you, causing your fists to clench harder, your knuckles turning white.

“Is there anything I can do?” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the pulse point behind your ear, nuzzling his head into the crook of your shoulder.

“Hmm…” You think for a moment, your mind circling to a suggestion that you have debated every single time you got your period. Shouto was a wonderful boyfriend - he was caring, kind, and a capable student, and you didn’t mean to be superficial, but his quirk and looks were also pretty high up in your mind. And, while his quirk was good for fighting and deterring villains, it also had much more practical uses. Like, for instance, using his left hand as a makeshift heating pad for your stomach. So, since he was already so comfortable with you as his girlfriend, you decided to just ask. “Well…” you began, drawing Shouto’s interest immediately. “You could, theoretically, use your hand as a heating pad for my stomach.” With your suggestion voiced into the air, all you had to do was await your boyfriend’s response. You squinted your eyes, a little scared of what his reaction would be, but you were pleasantly surprised when your shirt was being lifted a bit and a hand slid to rest on your stomach.

“Tell me if it’s too warm.” He says simply, letting his hand heat up. Now, you’ve used heating pads before and they worked to an extent, but they could not even pretend to compare to Shouto’s hand. It calmed your cramps almost instantly as he gently massaged the area, working the heat that was emitting from his fingertips just below your belly button so that he could try to relieve you of your pain. You hum in delight as you sink further back into his chest, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Thank you for everything.” You murmur, pressing a kiss into the material of his shirt. “Thank you for my sheets, and for the treats, and for being just the freaking best.” As drowsiness starts to take over your mind - a definite side effect of a source of heat warming you up - a sleepy smile spread across your face.

“It’s no problem at all, Y/N. But, if you don’t mind, can I see the app on your phone that tracks it?”

“What? Why?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“Oh, well, I just figured since you're my girlfriend I should know when your menstrual cycle occurs so that I can help make your experience a little easier.

“Like I said,” you say, moving a hand to his cheek and bringing him down for a sweet, tender kiss, “you’re just the freaking best.”

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Heey, first of all yeeah to 500 followers!! You deserve them 🎉 I was wondering if you still do the celebration and could write something for #2 neck kisses with Tom. Thanks and have an awesome day 😊

so sorry but i completely lost this in my inbox so sorry its so late!!!! also this is kinda a Father’s Day one too (except im half a week too late but hey ho)

summary: soon to be dad!tom predicts your babies gender

kissing prompts 2 = neck kisses

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Your day had been a pretty mundane one. Just a typical Saturday of getting shit done - involving cleaning the bathrooms and then putting a wash on. It was a set of jobs you'd normally share with your fiance, except he had been out golfing all day.

To be fair, he had earned himself the day off. Ever since you'd found out you were pregnant - the boy had barely let you lift a finger. Especially after you'd passed the 24 weeks landmark, now that the baby bump wasn't so much a bump, and more a fucking volcano sprouting out your belly.

For once the British weather was actually pretty decent, meaning you opened all the patio windows to allow the ribbons of golden light to stream into your living room. In your own little world, you stood by the table and hung up baby grows on the airer. Yes, it was a bit early to be laundering the baby's clothes, but both you and Tom couldn't help yourselves. Last week, when you went shopping for Nikki's birthday - instead the both of you had got distracted by the newborn section.

Tom made a quiet entrance into the house, so much so you hadn't noticed the door open as you softly hummed an old Beatles tune whilst reaching for the following soft grey striped onepiece.

He hadn't been in the best mood when walking through the door. The round had not gone his way, he'd ended up 6 shots above his standard handicap whilst Harry had got his PB. Pissed was an understatement - Tom had turned down the pub after, which meant he was absolutely fuming. Instead, he just wanted to come home and have a shower and forget about everything.

All of that kind of melted away though, when he rounded the corner of the hallway - the sight stopping him dead in his tracks.

You, standing side on, your outline a silhouette to the evening sun filtering through the doors. The light effect made you look ethereal, as well as exaggerating your bump evermore. And then you were holding up this tiny looking babygrow in front of you. It was inexplicable but, at that moment, literally nothing else mattered to Tom.

Of course, you eventually caught him staring, a soft smile growing on your face after you'd turned to pick another baby grow up. All it took was that one look for all the tension in his body to fizzle away. Immediately Tom took the steps towards you, hugging you from the back and propping his chin on your shoulder, whilst his hands slipped under your bump.

"Thought you said it was too early to get the baby stuff ready?"? He whisper- chuckled, making you roll your eyes. Because it was his puppy dog eyes begging you to let him by the 12 babygrows the other weekend.

"Shhhhh would you just look how small they are!" You gestured as you shook out another damp babygrow in front of him.

"Just imagine…" Tom spoke very quietly as he reached round you to take the little onsie out of your hands. He then lifted up the hem of your cotton vest top, laying the outfit on your exposed belly. "Someday soon they'll be outside your stomach like this."

The action, of him holding the cotton fabric over your belly, had everything feeling a lot more real all of a sudden. You were seriously going to have a baby.

It made you let out a little gasp, which Tom only chuckled at, pressing himself closer against your back. "You only just realised that love?"

"No I- ooh" You were about to violently defend yourself from Tom's laughter, except you were distracted by a slightly uncomfortable pressure on your stomach. Instantly you moved your hand over Tom's and pressed down on the area, so Tom could feel the little butterfly kicking through the babygrow.

"I think baby likes her outfit" You giggled, whilst now it was Tom's turn to hold in an unconscious breath. He slowly pressed around the outline of the protruding limb, which your baby kept returning as if high-fiving him.

"Oh my god she just fist-bumped me!"

"Or he!!!" You laughed, shaking your head against the top of his.

"Nah it's a girl I can sense it." He whispered, though very much not concentrating on anything except the little game he played with the baby in your stomach.

"Spidey sense?"

"Nope… special dad instincts." This time he spoke against your jaw, before peppering your bone with short pecks. "Mhm…." Tom spoke as he worked his way downward, poking his nose in the crook of your neck "I love my girls so much."

"Or boy!" You indignantly interjected, earning you a huff from Tom as he stayed softly nipping the sensitive skin just above your collarbone.

He was attempting to get you lost in the feeling, and boy was it also it working. Letting your head loll to the side to give him better access, you exhaled deeply, bringing your right hand round the back of both of you to trail through his brown curls. He was still a little sweaty from spending all evening in the summer sun- which reminded you.

"How was golf, by the way?" All you received was a mumbled 'doesn't matter' back, which in itself answered your question very well.

"That means you lost?" Giggling at his schoolboy attitude to defeat, Tom groaned, then even harder when you spun in his hold, so now you were facing each other - his hands still holding the baby grow on your bump between the both of you. This way you could see him, and he wasn't ever able to hide anything when your innocent gaze was on him.

"-sn't my fault" He pouted, big brown eyes looking so profoundly at you that some might even find the intensity scary. "My club broke anyway, so it wasn't a fair game."

That made you cock your head to the side. Really? A club just spontaneously breaking? You'd seen the bank statements; you knew how bloody much Tom invested into his club collection. They definitely shouldn't e flimsy and snapping spontaneously at their price point.

"The club broke orrr you broke the club?"

"The club was involved in an unfortunate accident; a tree collided with it."

You had to laugh at how Tom explained how he had taken his anger out on a tree. Tom returned your humour with an eye roll - not much enjoying being caught out.

It didn't last long, though, as and harsh jab interrupted you with an 'ooof'. It came from inside you and even Tom winced at how hard the little munchkin inside you kicked your side, right over where Tom's hands were resting.

"I think that's baby's way of telling you off for having a temper tantrum." Once recovered, you had to grin again, rubbing the skin with Tom's hand to ease the subsiding ache.

"Is it not too early for her to realise exactly who's in charge?" He grumbled, referring to the fact that you both knew Tom was wrapped around yours and soon to be babies fingers.

"Or him!".

To shut you up, Tom finally gave you the welcome home kiss, still with his hands holding the babygrow on your bump. Excited, if terrified, to be yours and your baby's bitch boy for the rest of his life.

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