#bonus points for the part right after that where he whispers in her ear so either he's standing on his tippy toes or he had to pull her down

[baby-yongbok]

Okay so here’s my request: a Hyunjin fic Where Hyunjin needs to pee and y/n keeps teasing him and won’t let him go so she straddles his lap and starts making out with him, he keeps warning her that he needs to go but she doesn’t care. Then she asks him to just…let go as she grinds down on him, and he’s really nervous at first but gives in eventually soaking them both. Bonus points is she jerks him off and makes him cum after, gold stars if he pees more in her hand as he orgasms too.

There, good luck w the challenge soldier, I kept this one tame for beginners 🤭

It took me a while, life has been lifeing but I'm here and I DID IT. Once I got into the flow of writing this is came quite easily and was fun to create 😊 Thank you the challenge! Let me know how I did 😅❣️

New Kink

Boyfriend!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,527

Warnings: Cursing, Cum tasting (That should be it, so sorry if I missed anything)

✨Masterlist✨

"Come on, you just got here and you want to leave me already?" You pull at your boyfriend's arm, trying to force him onto the couch. He only resists a little bit because he wants to give in to you. You and Hyunjin haven't seen each other for a week since your schedules didn't line up and you want to spend every second you can wrapped in his arms. 

"Angel, it's just for a second. I just have to use the bathroom." Hyunjin pleads with you softly. 

"Is the bathroom more important than me?" You tease once you finally get him to sit on the couch. You quickly get on top of him to keep him from leaving you. "I thought you missed me."

You fake a pout and Hyunjin sighs softly.

"I did miss you, my love. I just need to pee and then I'll be right back." He attempts to push you off of him but you anchor yourself, pressing your crotch against his pelvis. A small grunt erupts from Hyunjin’s throat as he struggles to hold his bladder. 

"You'll be fine, just stay with me." You leave a small kiss on his lips. "I missed you, baby."

You kiss Hyunjin again this time deeper, more passionate than before. He hesitates for a second but kisses you back, matching your passion. One of your hands trail down his chest and the other tangles into his hair. You swivel your hips, grinding into him and he breaks the kiss, groaning deeply. 

"Baby, I'm serious, I really really need to pee. I've been holding it the whole way over here. It'll just take a second."

"How about…" You kiss his neck softly, trailing soft pecks up to his ear. "You just go right here."

You can hear Hyunjin's breath hitch in his throat as you kiss over his adam's apple. 

“I don't think.. that's a good idea." Hyunjin's voice is nearly a whisper. You grin slightly, is he turned on by the thought of that?

"Why not?" You grind against him, pressing your hips hard against his. "You have to go, right?"

A groan that fades into a deep moan passes his lips as he squeezes his eyes shut, his head falling back against the couch. You continue to kiss the soft skin of his neck. Biting softly and sucking a bit. Hyunjin takes a deep breath, trying to control himself. 

"I do.. but not here." You grind into him again, a deeper more pronounced moan leaves his parted lips and a small chuckle escapes you. 

"Come on." You pull away from his neck, peering deep into his unsure gaze. "It's fine. Just go ahead, right here."

You continue to grind into him, you can feel his cock hardening underneath you. Hyunjin's thigh muscles contract as he presses them together. You continue to grind into him. Small moans leaving your lips as you get more into it. Hyunjin’s brows knit together in uncertainty, the pleasure you're providing gradually making it more difficult to hold his bladder. 

"Angel.. I can't hold it, are you sure?" You nod, the soft fabric of your cotton shorts and the friction of his denim jeans causing a delicious ache to form between your thighs. 

"Go ahead." You coo softly as you rock into him. Hyunjin whimpers in response, his eyes still shut but the tension in his eyebrows softens little by little as he lets go. 

You can feel the wet warmth of him under you. You grind into him harder, the wetness of his urine meshing with the slick of your cunt. You lean down, attaching your lips to his hungrily. He kisses you back, hard and rough, your tongues fighting against each others. You feel as the warmth under you expands, soaking your shorts and seeping into the denim of his jeans. The imprint of Hyunjin's hard cock straining against the soaked fabric. You moan into the kiss as Hyunjin lets out a satisfied sigh, his cock twitching at the relief mixed with pleasure. 

"Feel better, baby?" You ask breathlessly against his lips. He moans in response, his hands gripping your hips as you rock against him. 

"You're filthy." He mumbles against your lips, smiling into the kiss. A breathy chuckle escapes you as you lightly bite his bottom lip, pulling at it a bit. 

"I am, aren't I?" You lean up, stripping your shirt off and throwing it to the side. "Let me show you just how filthy I am."

You move yourself off of his lap and sink down to your knees in front of him. Your eyes never leave his dark one's, he watches you carefully, hungrily. You reach for the button of his jeans swiftly undoing it and unzipping his pants. He lifts his hips to allow you access and you fight a bit to get the soaked fabric down his thighs. His jeans pool at his ankles and he steps out of them, leaving him in his soaked briefs. You shimmy them down just enough to have access to his cock and balls. A small moan leaves your lips as your forearm rests against the damp fabric of his briefs to stroke his dick. 

"Show me, angel." 

You lean up on your knees, sticking your tongue out of your mouth with a collection of spit waiting to drip from the tip of it. You dip your head down, licking up his member, collecting the taste of him and the mess that he made moments before. A pornographic moan leaves your lips as you reach the head of his cock, sucking on it briefly before pulling away with a trail of spit connecting you to him. 

"Fuck, baby, I'm a bit sensitive." You moan in response as you dip down to taste him again, Your tongue flat against the underside of his cock and swirling around the head before you take more of him into your mouth. The warmth of your mouth makes Hyunjins toes curl in pleasure.

“My filthy little angel.” Hyunjin coos at you, lacing his slender fingers into your hair and guiding you up and down his length. “You like tasting the mess I made? You like being soaked in my piss?”

You groan around his shaft, the vibrations of your throat sending chills up Hyunjins spine. You reach down between your legs and rub yourself over your piss soaked shorts. The wet fabric creates delicious friction against your bare core. You moan at the sensation as you continue to bob your head, taking him deeper down your throat each time. Using your free hand you start to pay attention to his balls, rubbing at the twin globes and covering them with the spit that dribbles down from the hilt of Hyunjins cock. You choke around him when he pushes your head down a bit, holding you there for a second to indulge in the way your throat contracts around him. 

“Oh, fuck you’re gonna make me cum.” You look up at him with your bright eyes. His brows are knitted together in pleasure as he watches you, teeth sunken into his bottom lip and his chest rising and falling quickly. 

You moan as you start to reach your peak as well, bucking against your own hand desperately. The cold and wet sensation of your urine soaked shorts serves as a delicious contrast to the burning in your belly. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m cumming.” You pull back from his cock, panting a bit as you move your hand from his balls to his shaft. You stroke him at the same pace that you were previously bobbing your head making sure to keep him on the edge.

 “Shit.” Hyunjin groans, his head falling back against the couch as he releases all over your hand. Him cum dripping down onto his soaked briefs. You reach your climax seconds after, squirting a bit and soaking your shorts all over again. 

You notice a bit of piss mixed arousal spurt up from his cock, falling against your hand and dripping down. Small moans fall from both of your lips as you come down from your high, your hips slowly rock into your hand, mixing the fluids that are responsible for your dripping shorts. You slowly stop stroking Hyunjin, a bead of mixed arousal escapes him before you let go of his member, allowing it to rest against his clothed stomach. 

“Fuck.” You whisper breathlessly as you rise from your knees. “You okay, baby?”

Hyunjin shakes his head, resting his hand over his chest. 

“That was fucking hot.” He chuckles, a small smirk pulling at his lips. You sit next to him and he turns his head to the side to gaze over at you. You smile back to him and glance down at his cum stained briefs. You take up a bit of his mixed arousal with two of your fingers, he watches as you bring them up to your mouth and taste it, sucking on your fingers like a lollipop. A low moan escapes you as the taste of him covers your tongue. Once you’re satisfied you release your fingers with a slight ‘pop’

“New kink unlocked”

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[writingsbymo-mo]

Mine Always

Bonten!Rindou x F!Reader

Rating: Mature

Contains: pregnancy, mild sexual themes, language

Contains spoilers for the Tenjiku arc

Note: she/her pronouns are used when referring to your past self at times...and in the little bonus at the end. Keep that in mind before reading 💕

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"Welcome home, Rindou!" You beamed, planting a kiss on his lips, "did you miss me?" You had a long day sorting through files for Koko. With you being a few months pregnant, you were stuck doing office work for Bonten, not that you minded. Field work was always more enjoyable, especially after many adrenaline induced escapades with Rindou that led to your current situation.

Rindou smiled into the kiss, sneaking a few on the shell of your ear. "Why wouldn't I miss my beautiful pregnant wife?" He cooed, picking you up in his arms. "Come on, it's been a long day for both of us. Let's get some rest."

The city lights illuminated the space just enough to reach the comfort of your shared bed. Gently, he lowered you onto the silk sheets, tucking you in. He's been doing this often the moment your little bump began to show and honestly, you loved it. The bed creaked under his weight as he joined you under the covers. He rolled onto his side, gazing at you fondly, gently wrapping his arms around your form until your back was pressed to his chest. "Can't believe we've been together for over ten years now. And now, we have a little Haitani on the way." His warm hand began rubbing small circles onto your bump as he pressed kisses into the back of your neck.

You gasped, moving your head to give him more access to your neck as a thought came to you. "I wonder how our past selves would react to us now, you know? I mean, you used to have the biggest crush on me according to Ran before we started dating." Rindou scoffed, "of course he told you that...sigh...though he is part of the reason we're here now."

"Aww," you cooed, placing your hand over his, "I guess I'll have to thank him later. Still, I think you'd have the cutest reactions if your past self knew you fucked a baby into me." You giggled as he shook his head with a chuckle. "Alright love, let's go to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Yeah, goodnight Rin."

"Goodnight love," he whispered and kissed your neck.

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You awaken to a shrill scream piercing your ears. "Who the fuck are you? How did you get in here? GET OUT!!!!"

You rubbed your eyes and sat up immediately, confused as to what is happening. You fell asleep next to Rindou like always so who is this? Then it hit you, where is he.....

Frantically, you search the room only to find....familiarity? It was your old bedroom. The walls lined with posters of your favorite bands and movies, your computer with your cd tower next to it with a few cases placed at your desk you were given to by Rindou not long after you started dating. You smiled, remembering how excited he was giving you his first copy of remixes and originals to you, wanting your honest feedback after listening to it. It was something you always cherished even into your present time. You couldn't help the soft smile forming on your face as you reminisced your memories with him.

"HEY! Are you even listening?! GET THE FUCK OUT!!!"

You snapped out of your thoughts, staring wide-eyed at your past self fuming, holding a bat you used to have before it snapped in half during a fight. Somehow, you stayed calm, sighing as you got a better look at your past self. "I almost forgot I dyed my hair neon pink and blue with a black under color...Ran and Rindou were right though. It was a good look for me," mumbled to yourself, or so you thought. Your younger self clutched the bat tighter, closer to her chest. "H-how...how...what??? What do you mean by "me"?"

You quietly laughed and smiled, "it's just as I said. I am you just about ten years from now."

Her jaw dropped, "so...if you're me...then who knocks me up in the future?" She said as she points to your visible bump.

"You want to know?" She nods at you while your hand caresses your stomach, rubbing it fondly. "Rindou did."

"Y-you mean...we—

"Yes, we fucked."

A huge blush spread across her face. She stepped towards the bed, grabbed the nearest pillow and squealed into it, "ohmygodohmygodohmygod!"

'How cute!' You thought, giggling to yourself. She lifted her head so only her eyes were visible, "is he, you know...big?" You almost choked on your spit, "y-yeah...he's quite thick. The best I've ever had." Then it dawned on you. 'Did Rindou get transported here too? If so, is he at his old place? But what if he isn't?'

"Shit, I'm going to be late!" She jumped to the closet, throwing on her Tenjiku uniform, grabbing her trusty bat then turning her head to you with a smirk, "you coming or not?"

"You know it!" And maybe, just maybe he'll also be there.

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The sun shone bright in the sky as you left Yokohama Station with your past self leading the way. 'Must be one of the executive's meetings before our major battle with Toman,' You concurred given the information gathered from your past self.

A few twists and turns down streets and alleyways, the two of you made it to the abandoned warehouse where the meeting would take place. "It's the same as I remember." The floors were covered in dirt and broken glass, mainly by the windows. More people in red coats arrived shortly after your arrival: Mochi, Shion, Koko, Hanma, Kisaki, and Muto. One of them approached you, eyeing your figure as he licked his lips.

"Oi, Rindou's girl, who's the pregnant babe?"

"Shut it Hanma, she's taken!" Your past self barked. "Besides, she's me."

"The fuck?!" Hanma, Shion, and Mochi yelled in unison. Koko squinted in confusion, clearly thinking the same thing while Muto furrowed his brows. Kisaki stood quietly, unwavered yet bothered by the circumstances. They all stared at you, then at your other self, then back to you. "Well, they both look the same to me," stated Mochi. Shion scoffed, "the pregnant one is clearly better looking."

"I heard that!" Your past self yelled, clenching her fists, stomping towards Shion who shrunk back. You held your arm out in front of her, glaring at him. "I may be pregnant but I can still take you in a fight, Shion. Say that to me again, I dare you," glowered. He held his hands up, laughing nervously to himself. "So then future Rindou's girl, did he knock you up or—"

"I did."

Everyone shifted to the new voice. He stepped forward, hands in his suit pockets with his usual annoyed expression as two young men in black Tenjiku uniforms followed behind him. "Rindou!" You beamed. Your eyes watered a little as you ran to him, jumping in his arms. "I missed you sweetheart," he smiled, pulling you in a tight hug and peppered kisses on your forehead as though he was afraid to lose you again.

"R-Rindou?!" The members of Tenjiku exclaimed, eyes wide with their jaws to the floor.

Ran and past Rindou strolled over to you, the older one placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm going to be an uncle," he smiled. "Yeah, in ten years," stated your Rindou as he rolled his eyes. "Still, I will be an uncle."

The Rindou from the past couldn't stop himself from looking at his girlfriend to you and your baby bump. Rosey pink filled his cheeks, knowing what he or his future self did with you. "Don't worry yourself too much. Just make sure to take good care of her when the time comes," you winked at him. The tips of his ears turned crimson as he looked away, taking his glasses off to clean them. "Don't tease him too much, love. You know how I was then." You giggled and booped his nose, "and you're still like that Rin-Rin."

"So, I heard we have some unexpected guests joining us. Thanks for the call, Ran"

All members of Tenjiku dropped silent, paying respects to their leader.

"I-Izana..." your eyes began to water as your heart swelled. Of course, he'd still be here. The Toman battle hasn't arrived yet

"Congratulations you two," Izana smiles, "the weather is lovely today, isn't it?"

You nodded, "it's good to see you again."

Kakuchou stood beside Izana, softly gazing at you and Rindou. "It's good to see you're still together."

Seeing everybody filled you and Rindou with joy. You shed a few tears as his thumb wiped them away. "I know we just got here, but we should find a way to get home. No telling what shit is going down with us gone." You sighed, defeated then nodded. He's right. Even if we stay, we don't belong in this time. "Do you know how?" He shrugged, "I'm not sure, but I've heard some of Sanzu's strange mumbling during his highs about time travel...and if I'm right, I need to be behind you."

"You're leaving already? But you just got here..." your past self cried, tackling you into a hug. "At least let me say goodbye first!" You smile, returning it. "Take care of that baby, you hear?" She sniffs. "Don't worry, we will."

Younger Rindou approaches the two of you, unable to look you in the eyes. He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, still bushing from earlier. "Don't worry, I'll take care of her. And take care of our future child...plea—oof—" Ran drapes an arm over his shoulder and pulls him down with him to reach your eye level. "Take care of yourself and be good to my little nephew when he's born Rin-Rin!" Rindou rolls his eyes, "it's not like yourself from the future doesn't say that every single day," he retorts, though he can't help but smile. Ran nudges his brother under his arm, "and you better take care of your girl."

"Bye you two!"

"See you soon?!"

"Don't make too many crotch goblins!"

You both laughed at the last one.

It was time to go. A heavy sigh escaped you. Rindou circled behind you, wrapping his arms around your waste and nuzzling your neck. "I love you," he muttered, leaving a light peck on your nape.

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Light was swallowed in an instant as you found yourself under the covers of familiar silky sheets. You yawned, stretching your limbs with a grunt. 'Was that all a dream? It felt too real.'

A set of arms pulled you closer. You squeaked as he kissed your neck. "Rindou!" You whined. "Shhhh, go back to sleep love," he whispered into your skin, sliding a hand down to caress your stomach. "So it was a dream? Shit...," you covered your face with your hands as sorrow washed over you.

"A dream?"

You nodded.

"When we saw our past selves and all of Tenjiku again?"

You tensed as your eyes popped open. "It wasn't a dream?! Oh thank god I'm not crazy," you sighed in relief.

Rindou shifted, straddling over you, beaming down at you like he's viewing the finest piece of art. He trails kisses from your Bonten tattoo over your right breast up to your lips, smiling with every smooch. "To prove it, I'm going to take good care of you and our baby."

"I know you will Rin."

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Rindou awakens with a hard punch to the gut. "Cough, cough...the fuck was that for love?!" He sits up, ready to find you angry at him for whatever reason, but was met with a familiar face with a set of round glasses scowling at him.

"You better fucking get out if you know what's good for you. Or you won't be seeing this "love" of yours ever again!" He yelled.

Yawn "Rindou, keep it down! I need to get my nap in before the meeting—the fuck?! Why are there two of you in here...?"

Younger Rindou snapped his head at his older self, pulling up the sleeve of his shirt to see a matching tattoo only his brother and himself have. "What...the...hell?!!" His eyes widened, completely stunned. Never in his life did he ever think this to happen. This was something that only happens in movies.

Rindou clutched his abdomen, hissing from his younger self's gut punch. "Ok, here's the deal. I don't know how or why I got here. All I know is I need some painkillers and to get back to my pregnant wife."

"Wait...I-I'm married?" He gasped, stumbling in his steps.

"You're married and your wife is pregnant?!!"

Rindou nodded and crossed his arms. "Been with her for over ten years. You'll know who she is when you see her."

Ran's grumpy demeanor vanished at the whole revelation. He rushed over and squeezed Rindou in his arms. "I can't believe I'll be an uncle one day!"

Younger Rindou stood in the corner, thinking about who his future wife is considering he knows her. "Wait...is it—"

"Yes, it's her. She's the best woman a man could have."

"Well Rin-Rin, I was right to nudge you two together."

"Shut up Ran..."

#hope you like it uwu #ran helped push it along #shenanigans ensue #haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindou #pregnancy #pregnant!reader #f!reader #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #haitani ran #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo revengers x reader #bonten!rindou #tokyorevengers #tok rev #tenjiku #tokyo revengers fanfiction

[godlizzza]

Prompt: Danbert outside POV? Bonus points if it’s the POV of someone at the hospital like a fellow doctor or nurse, but I’m not picky!

After twenty years of nursing, Simone had been through just about every emotion possible when it came to her job. From the hopeful highs fresh out of her degree, bright-eyed and optimistic, to the lows of burnout, hating her job, her life, and everything in between, before finally arriving at where she was now. Which was a quiet acceptance of the daily toils her line of work entailed. She both loved and hated certain parts of the hospital, but for the most part she just focused on one task at a time, going through the motions until she could clock out and go home to work on painting her miniatures.

One thing she definitely despised, though, was watching the drama between her coworkers. Simone mostly kept to herself and select few others; Cassandra, a fellow nurse, Paula, one of the cleaning ladies, and Bob, who came in every other day to do maintenance around the building. She largely didn't care for doctors, who were either cocky, negligent, or some combination of both. The two doctors at the top of her shit list were those freaks, Cain and West.

Simone looked up from her patient notes at the sound of West's clipped voice and spotted him engaged in a heated argument with Cain. They both wore pinched expressions as they glared at each other over a sleeping patient. It seemed like they were trying to keep their voices down, but their hushed whispers were getting louder and louder until they were basically shouting at each other in raspy voices.

Simone caught mention of something to do with keeping the basement clean before losing interest and walking off.

It was a few hours later when she was walking back to the floor from Pathology that she heard the familiar sound of the two men arguing inside a broom closet. She came to a halt, her sneakers squeaking softly on the linoleum floor. On any other day she would've just assumed the two were a couple of closet cases looking for a quick hook-up at work--irritating and unprofessional--and left it at that, but the urgency in West's voice had her straining her ears.

"Please, Danny," West breathed on the other side of the door. "I need it."

"Herbert, no," came Cain's reply, though even to Simone's ears he sounded like he was wavering. "We talked about this."

"I know but I just need you to give me a little," West whined. "Just enough to see me through 'til the end of the day. I can't stop myself from staring at you...knowing you could give it to me any time."

Simone's hand flew to her mouth to stifle her gasp. She'd never pegged West as being so whorish. Cain, yes. That man looked ready to both burst into tears and get nasty on a gurney 24/7, but West had always seemed to be the more buttoned-up of the two. How wrong she'd been. She supposed it was true what they said: nerd on the streets, freak in the sheets.

"Can't you at least just wait until we get home?" Cain asked. "It feels wrong, doing it here at work."

"I can't wait," West panted, sounding like a dog in heat. "I need it now. I need you now."

God damn, Simone thought. Cassandra was going to have a field day when she told her about this.

"Simone?"

Simone spun around to see Rachel, the head nurse, walking down the hall towards her. She was frowning in evident confusion.

"You okay?" Rachel asked.

Simone nodded quickly, already backing away from the broom closet (which had suddenly gone quiet). "Mhmm, yep. I'm fine. Was just heading back to the floor."

"Alright," Rachel said, sounding unconvinced. "Well, hurry up, please. Shenton needs help dealing with Mr. Collins."

"Right away," Simone replied, hurrying away.

She didn't look at West or Cain for the rest of the day. She thought it'd probably be a long time before she could look at either of them again without remembering West's breathy, desperate voice.

First that massacre a few months back and now this? Why couldn't she work at a normal hospital?

#the other ppl at the hospital think herb and dan are staring in some greys anatomy type shit #dan wishes he was #but alas #danbert #dan cain #herbert west #re-animator #reanimator #asks #my fics #writing prompt

[buswilligan]

My MC, Maira, got a minor redesign!! The biggest change is her color palette, but I did adjust the way I draw her bangs a little bit as well ♥

#maira burke #ikesen mc #ikesen custom mc #ikevamp mc #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #ikevamp custom mc #mc: maira #for the ikesen outfit i wanted to do a little more than just a standard kimono since all of the suitors have really crazy fun outfits too #but i honestly didn't have an idea for what i wanted to do with it so idk how i feel abt how it came out #back when i first made maira i intentionally made her taller than all of the suitors and i just love imagining her looming over everyone sm #especially the ikesen characters bc they're all these powerful warlords and maira's just some girl hanging out w them and she's SO TALL #that one scene in hideyoshi's route where mc gets intimidated by shichiri and hides behind mitsuhide is SO funny with the added context that #maira is half a foot taller than mitsuhide so she'd either a) have the top half of her head peeking over his head or #b) have to crouch to hide behind him #bonus points for the part right after that where he whispers in her ear so either he's standing on his tippy toes or he had to pull her down #it's all very good #anyway what was i saying #literally can never remember if my tag for my mcs are just first name or first name last name god help me #ikesen #maira #ikevamp #i always get so nervous putting mc stuff in the main tag but.. still gonna do it #i love seeing other people's mc art in the main tag so .. maybe other people like it too idk #i did this last week i think but i forgot to upload it here lol sdjfklsdjfk

[get-your-fics]

Ummmm what about a cop!reader x joker fic?? You're responsible for getting him arrested and after months of lying about the way you got him to corroborate he finally gets you alone to help refresh your memory.

Bonus points if the reason they're alone again is cause they ask for her to interrogate him again for xyz reason and she's sweating buckets.

Déjà Vu

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x detective!reader

Word count: 788

Warnings: Manipulation, allusion to non-con

A/N: thanks for the request bestie!!! i hope you like it <3

Your heart started beating faster as your feet carried you closer and closer to the interrogation room. You stepped inside, the sound of the heavy metal door slamming shut behind you ringing in your ears. You were alone with him again.

He was slumped over at the metal table, his hands cuffed together. Your breath caught in your throat when he lifted his head. You’d never get used to the sight of his face, despite how much it plagued your nightmares.

“Detective,” he drawled, his deformed lips stretching into a wide grin, “what a pleasant surprise. It’s been a long time.”

You avoided looking at him as you took the seat across from him, throwing a manila folder down on the table. “I’m here about the Riddler case.”

His grin disappeared, morphing into a frown instead. “Ah, so you’re here on business.” He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, shaking his head. “Would it have killed you to visit me sooner? It’s the least you could do. After all, you are the reason I’m in here.”

You didn’t miss the malicious glint in his eye. You flipped open the folder, spreading the photos of the crime scene out before him. “The police department thinks you could be of use to us.” You ignored him, staying on topic. “That you might be able to find something we’re missing.”

He tilted his head. “So they sent you, huh? I wonder why that is.”

Your body went rigid. Memories you had tried so desperately to erase and suppress came flooding back like a broken dam, memories of rough, scarred hands on your skin and deep, throaty moans. You blinked, pushing them away.

He leaned closer to you, lowering his voice to a hushed whisper. “Do they know what I did to you? How you were able to get me to confess?”

You swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the table to anchor yourself. You reminded yourself that you were the one in charge here. He was at your mercy.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think in Arkham, you know. Most of it I spent thinking about you.” There was a far-off, glazed over look in his glassy eyes, like he was seeing through you. “I’ve replayed that moment over and over so many times. It kept me company on the loneliest of nights.”

The sound as you slammed the folder closed pierced the air. “If you’re not going to help, then there’s no reason I should be here.” You gathered your things and shot up from the table, the legs of your chair screeching against as the floor as it was pushed back. You marched towards the door.

“Wait, wait, wait.” His voice stopped you in your tracks. You glanced at him over your shoulder. “I can help you figure out who he is and how to find him. But you’ll have to do something for me in return.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, cocking a hip. “Why should I do anything for you?”

“Because you know you’ll get another promotion if you solve this case, same way you did when you turned me in.” The corners of his lips curled into a smirk.

You stared at him for a moment long and hard, narrowing your eyes until they were slits like you’d be able to see through him better that way. His smug expression didn’t waver in the slightest. He knew he had you right where he wanted.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, considering his proposition. “You promise you can help me?”

“C'mon, detective,” he cooed. “Have I ever let you down before?"

There was a pause before you heaved a sigh, your shoulders slouching. “What do I need to do?”

“That’s the easy part.” There was a hungry look in his eyes. “You already know what to do, detective.”

You could feel beads of sweat start to form on your brow, your hairs standing on end. He had confirmed your worst fears. You would have to reenactment your nightmares if you wanted to get ahead.

He jutted his chin in the direction of the one way glass. “How many of your cop buddies are watching us right now?”

You knew there was no one watching on the other side of the glass. All of your coworkers were terrified of him. So were you, but you were the best at hiding it, the only one brave enough to face him head on. “None.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear.” He scooted his chair back and spread his legs wide, gesturing you closer. “Now get on your knees for me, detective, and do what you do best. Please me the way I know you can."

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[ghostedgwen]

I’m in love with your TikTok blurbs! Do you plan on doing one where the reader buys those TikTok leggings that make your butt look good? I would die to read Peters reaction to seeing them! Maybe the reader told Peter she was going to the gym, she really didn’t, and when Peter came home and saw her in those leggings he freaks out a little bit but he’s more turned on than anything.

[5] p.parker tiktok blurb

note : thank you so much!! I'm glad you enjoyed them as much as I did making them <3 I actually did plan to maybe write one for that trend, this will only be semi-nsfw, hope you enjoy!

warning/s : sexual innuendos, implied/referenced sex, established relationship, horny hours idk (obv, don't read if this type of content make you uncomfortable.)

𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖳𝗂𝗄𝖳𝗈𝗄/𝖠𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

They finally arrived! It took them a week to arrive and you were very excited for two reasons: one, to see Peter's reaction to it and two, to see how hot you'd look in it.

Getting to see Peter's reaction was only a bonus, you got them with the full intention of spoiling yourself. It was pretty hard sneaking the package in, specially that he'd be suspicious if you refused to unbox it in front of him.

And even if you didn't - he'd ask what it was and it's not that your privacy wasn't valued, just because a thing for you two to be comfortable enough to not hide anything.

You technically knows he's a part-time superhero, pretty sure all secrets compared to that are not even worth keeping at this point.

He's currently at work and he'll be home any minute now so you rushed unpacking it and putting it on. The fabric was so comfortable and it fit like a second skin.

You walk in front of a mirror and your eyes doubled their size, holy shit, you look hot. Even you could admit that you looked as tempting as dessert right now.

There was no time to take pics and commemorate this moment in history when you heard the front door open, you hurry out of the bedroom and set up your camera behind two pots.

Going around the kitchen and continuing what you were doing earlier - you just finished cooking and all you need to do now is do the plating.

"I'm home, babe." Peter called out.

"Welcome home!" You greet, he's probably shrugging off his coat.

"You went to the gym earlier, right?" Peter asked, walking into the kitchen, and he abruptly paused in his tracks.

"Yup, how was work?"

He failed to answer, making you hold back your laughter. He drank you in, in those leggings and a sport bra, and he very much likes what he's seeing.

"Work uhh - work was uhh. . .work is - " He stammered, eyes glued to your ass and not even being subtle about it. "Work was - oh wow."

You accidentally let a snort slip past you - reaching for a plate and turning to him with a raised brow. "What?"

"I've never seen you wear those before." He tells you, you take note of the intense eye contact.

His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip and eyes you up and down.

"It's new." You shrug and he nods at your reply.

"You should maybe wear it forever, from now on - " He smirks and you laugh at that. "I'm serious."

"You're ridiculous." You laugh at him, rolling your eyes half-heartedly.

"Your ass is already great, I love your entire being - but those, are something else."

You can't help laughing even more now, putting the plates down to not drop them, and you turn around to start serving the food. He approaches you, arms wrapping around you from behind.

"This is a nice surprise to come home to, after work." He says, his lips very close to your ear, and you hum in agreement. "And you didn't actually go to the gym, did you?"

"Nope. Gotta let you see it first before I show off to the whole world."

"Not sure how to feel about the whole world getting to see all of this." Peter whispers in your ear and you had to remind yourself you're preparing dinner - before anything else happened.

"Yeah well - that's my choice." You nudge him with your elbow and he steps back to let you walk around, plates in hand, and he helps set up the table by grabbing glasses and following you to the dining room.

"I really do mean it, you look amazing as always, babe." He grins and you kiss him, briefly pulling away.

"Thank you." You grin at him. “Now eat the dinner I prepared.”

“Don’t mind if I do, this smells great.” He sits down then turns to you with a sly smirk. “I know just what I’m having for dessert.”

#tasm! peter parker x reader #andrew!peter #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter x reader #andrew garfield #andrew!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker #spider man imagines #spiderman #spiderman fic #spiderman imagine #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #the amazing spider man #andrew garfield peter parker #andrew garfield fanfiction #tobey maguire #tobey!peter x reader #tobey!spiderman

[myherowritings]

welcome to the family

SUMMARY. After mistaking the guy on your lockscreen as your boyfriend, your grandmother knits him a sweater to welcome him into the family. Childe sees your tweet about it the next morning.

PAIRING. celeb!childe x reader

WORD COUNT. 1.0k

GENRE. celeb au, loosely based off a tweet

A/N. small drabble because i kind of got excited at the thought of celeb au childe o.o also like...have u listened to his english va sing those cheesy songs? i absolutely love it HFJKGHG pls enjoy xx sof

You weren’t a fan of the celebrity with the title Tartaglia, alias Childe, real name unknown to the public.

Definitely not a fan.

The only reason you knew even that much about him was simply due to social media blowing him up as the infamous white boy of the month. And from there his fame only grew. (Though you had to admit, he was at least more interesting than the previous other candidates.)

You weren’t a fan, but you couldn’t deny he deserved the recognition he received. His acting was pretty captivating, his singing voice pleasing to the ear, and his body... Well, his body...

“Earth to Y/N,” your mom called, drawing you out of your rapidly spiraling thoughts. You were visiting your family home for the weekend and you were currently in the living room with your mother and grandmother, watching bad reality TV and snacking on junk food. “You’ve been spaced out today. Too busy thinking about your boyfriend?”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Huh?”

Like most grandparents, your grandma seemed to have a special radar to let her know when her grandchildren had a potential suitor at hand. Just the mere mention of the word made her perk up. “Boyfriend?”

“Yeah! I don’t know why they were keeping it a secret from us, but I saw the picture on their lockscreen,” she whispered to your grandma conspiratorially, loud enough for you to hear. “He’s a cute guy with ginger hair.”

The picture on your lockscreen off a cute guy with ginger hair… You were only half-embarrassed to recall that it was a picture taken from Childe’s outdoor picnic photoshoot where the poses they made him do attempted to paint the image that he was there on a date with you. His clothes were casual and his smile was familiar.

You absolutely hated that marketing strategy but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t willingly fall for it each time.

But again, you weren’t a fan…

Oh, who were you fooling? You were halfway from breaking and making a Childe fan account if your dignity didn’t get the best of you.

“Childe? He’s—”

“Your boyfriend! My grandchild finally found love in this world?” asked your grandmother, teary-eyed as she completely ignored her favorite trashy reality show on the television to get a better look at you. “I’m so happy for you! This is so exciting.”

“Grandma, wait—”

“You have to bring him home and let us meet him,” she rushed on animatedly, giving you no time to squeeze a full sentence in. “No, before you do that, let me make him something for you to give to him! What size is his shirt? Is that a picture of him? Oh he looks nice and strong! I’ll knit him a turtleneck. You give it to him the next time you see him, okay?”

Your grandma ran to get her knitting needles and yarn, leaving a whirlwind in her wake as you stared open-mouthed at the spot she once occupied.

That was how you ended up going home the next day with a brand new turtleneck sweater your grandmother made for your non-existent boyfriend.

The situation was so bizarre, you decided there was only one thing you could do: Pull your phone out as you sat on your bed to tell Twitter about the events of your weekend.

— ✩ —

It wasn’t everyday Childe woke up to check what the top tweets of his tag were on Twitter.

Okay, that’s a lie.

It was everyday.

He had an image to keep, after all. And it interested him to know what others had to say about him, despite how bad that might actually be for his state of mind.

Childe didn’t like deceit, but showing some parts of himself to only some people and other parts to others wasn’t lying. It was self-preservation. Everyone had a persona of sorts, and he preferred for his to be intact. What was the point of showing everyone every side of him?

He knew who Childe and Tartaglia were. He knew who Ajax was. As long as he knew, he’d be alright.

Was it a lonely path? Maybe. But it paid well and made his family proud. What more could he ask for?

Acting may not be as cool as being, say, a toymaker as his younger brother would proclaim, but at least he got to travel the world and explore places he never could’ve before. And the cute fans of his were also a definite bonus.

Childe continued scrolling through his phone when he stumbled upon a tweet that seemed to be gaining numbers quickly. It was posted only a few hours ago last night (his time, at least) by what looked like a personal account.

@y/n: Y'ALL WTF my mom saw my lockscreen (which is a pic of childe) and told my grandma that he was my bf and then my gma got so excited she knit him a WHOLE SWEATER and told me to give it to him. how could i break her heart and tell her he’s just a celebrity i like omg

@y/n: here’s a picture of the sweater she knit. isn’t it adorable? i almost feel too bad to just wear it myself though hjfkhg [Attachment: 1 Image]

A surprised chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at the picture of you holding the cream-colored turtleneck up, the large sleeves covering most of your body in the photo. You were right. The sweater did look adorable. As did a certain little fan of his who was also featured in the image.

Without giving it a second thought, he began to type his reply.

@TartagliaOfficial: Why wear it yourself? Didn’t your grandma say it’s meant for me? :( It’d be a shame to disappoint her.

In only a matter of minutes, he refreshed the page and found your name in his notifications. For some reason, he felt a rush of adrenaline flow through his veins as he waited for your tweet to load.

@y/n: am i being punk’d or r u asking me out???

Childe laughed to himself, exiting the tweet thread so he could click on the private message icon on your profile.

This would be fun.

#genshin x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #HE HAS SO MANY NAMES HOW DO I TAG THIS HFDJGK #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfiction #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader fluff #childe x you #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia

[cclightroast]

I have a request, if you don’t have the time or if you don’t want to do it that is ok!

I was wondering if you could write a oneshot where Kotallo teaches the reader how to play Machine Strike against Erend and she beats him? And could you make the reader be around 5ft - 5ft 1? On the short side.

Thank you so much for your request! I've really enjoyed writing for Kotallo, I swear I'm feral over him.

Machine Strike had been a game that you have never played before coming to the Forbidden West and upon coming into Tenakth territory you had been watching Erend and Kotallo play long and intense matches in their spare time. All of them ending with Erend whining like a baby for getting his ass kicked.

“Why don’t you play a match.” You were cut out of your thoughts with a start when you didn’t notice Kotallo walk up behind you while studying the Strike board in front of you.

“Kotallo!” you let out a deep exhale. “I don’t know how to play… but I was curious and wanted to look at the pieces.” The Tenakth nodded in understanding. “If you’d like, I could walk you through it.”

With a grin, you turned to look up at him. “Would you really? I would love to learn.” He laughed in return before calling out to Erend to come take a seat.

“Oh man, I get to beat Y/N in her very first game of machine strike?” You rolled your eyes at the cocky attitude and sat up straighter in your seat. “You’re going to pick on a newbie? What would Aloy say?” he laughed and began to set up the board. It was a different board than the one he just had out, so you assumed it was for beginners.

You felt movement behind you and nearly gasped as Kotallo leaned over your shoulder, resting his arm on the table next to the board. “All right,” he began, “There are six machine types. Melee, gunner, ram, dash, swoop, and pull.”

Scanning the pieces on your side of the board, you tried to mentally figure out which piece belonged to each type. “Grab the Scrounger piece.” He nodded his head toward the piece and as you grabbed it, he started his explanation of the piece, how it was used, and the combat power of the piece.

He did this for every piece that Erend owned and after asking a lot of questions they had moved on to talking about the different terrains used on the beginner board. Explaining the amount of bonus points are linked to the machines for landing on certain terrains and how you need to pay close attention to it in order to be at an advantage.

The actual training part went on long enough for Erend to start getting antsy to start. “You don’t do patience, do you?” You chuckled at the immediate ‘NO’ you got in response. “All right, let’s start then.”

Kotallo helped you set up your Fanghorns, Burrower and Charger in a good place and once Erend had double checked his side, the game began.

“Ladies first.”

Kotallo leaned closer to your ear, his breath gently brushing against the skin as he whispered. “You’re going to want to move that Fanghorn to high ground.” You shivered at the timbre of his voice and turned your head slightly to whisper back. “They get the bonus on that terrain, right?” he hummed in response, prompting you to pick up the Fanghorn closest to you and move it one space, onto the mountain terrain.

Erend was bold in his move, taking his Charger and moving it as close to your side as possible. Clearly, he thought it was going to be an easy win. After moving his Longleg piece, he ended his turn and leaned back in his seat.

“Should I take out his Longleg?”

He smirked in response, giving you a slight nod. You picked the Fanghorn piece you moved last round and took over the Longleg piece, knocking it off the board.

“There’s your freebie!” Erend bolstered a laugh, but that didn’t waive your confidence. After all, you had Kotallo guiding you.

“Oh, I’m not finished yet.” You eyed your other Fanghorn piece and moved it to kick his charger off the board as well. “Good call.” Kotallo whispered, chuckling quietly.

It went back and forth like that for a while. Erend boldly placing his pieces; you taking them. Kotallo kept whispering advice to you up until the last couple of moves. You had six points already and Erend had only taken two of your pieces.

“It’s not over yet. Don’t get cocky.” Erend grumbled, whereas you were laughing as you moved your final piece, taking the victory. “I beg to differ. You, Erend. Just lost to a newbie.”

“Only because you had Kotallo sweet-talking you the entire time!”

Heat crawled up your neck and you scoffed, crossing your arms. “Next time I’ll kick your ass without the help!” The Oseram stood up, still grumbling from the loss, and walked away to grab a pint of ale.

You turned fully in your seat to look up at Kotallo, who was still leaning over you with a smile. “Thank you, Kotallo. Perhaps you could give me more tips for the next time Erend wants to lose.”

“On one condition,” he began, leaning closer, your noses barely touching now. “You have to beat me in a game next.”

With that he pushed himself away and walked towards the war room, leaving you a sputtering, red mess. “What… was that?” you muttered to yourself; expression dazed.

“Um,” Erend’s voice cut in from a few feet away. “I’m not sure, but I’m mildly uncomfortable.”

#horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #kotallo #kotallo x reader #fanfics #horizonhub #i wanna climb him like a tree

[nyashykyunnie]

AHHHH I LOVED THE DILUC FATHER SCENARIO!! Could i request for childe father scenario please!! ☺

A/N: HIII ANON!! I’m glad you liked the Father Diluc I made! Oh, oh and your request is actually perfect timing too! This will no longer be JUST Father Childe! We have Bonus Kaeya too! Tyvm for requesting!!!!!

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕖 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

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Eleventh of The Fatui Harbingers, Childe, who’s always eager for a challenge. This man holds his ground for being one of the most dangerous member of Snezhnaya’s Darker Side. Though in your eyes? He was your father, the man who always appears with a beaming smile along with his presence that is as warm as the sun. 

Out of all the boys, this man is well versed when it comes to taking care of children. After all, it’s a second nature he developed being part of a big family. 

With you, everyone doubts that he is a velvet sheath that houses an ostensibly ornamental blade whose unpredictability puts people on edge. Well, you are his child. No father would ever want their kin to see the darkside of their being.

He dotes you a lot, always ready to give you all the sweet pecks and hugs. Whenever you giggle out loud and grin happily, his heart melts into a puddle and he can’t help but just give you more and more.

However, although he is your father, he is still Childe- the Eleventh Of The Fatui Harbingers. He is bound by duty to serve his Lady Tsaritsa. He is a warrior who dedicates his faith to her. So he has to leave you behind with his siblings.

It aches him to the core, he wants to spend time with you- But he needs to go. Truth be told, Childe is always itching to have everything finished. He ends duties as fast as he could just so he can come home and spend his time with you more.

His return is always extravagant, a ship loaded with all sorts of toys and clothes- It’s all for you. It’s one of his ways to compensate for the seconds he wasnt able to spend with you. One time, he even bought a playhouse that was the size of an ordinary house except it was decorated like that of a duke’s palace. 

You think that’s all? I beg to differ, in fact, our dear Childe hasn’t even started with you yet!

He’ll spoil you with affection, showering your small body with so much fatherly love. Childe will also let you watch him cook your favourite meal (Bonus dessert too since he loves you so very much!)

“Daddy? What is it like in Liyue?” You tip your head as your father softly bounced you on his lap “Uncle Teucer said that the waters there dont freeze! Is it true?”

“Mhm, the climate there is very warm unlike here in Snezhnaya” Childe replies with a smile.

“What else is in there, daddy? Is there a flower garden there like the bedtime stories you tell me? Is there-is there a big green field too where little animals hop hop on?” Your eyes beamed so much curiousity it made the ginger chuckle in delight.

“Yup, there’s a lot of flowers scattered around in Liyue.”

“Take me there next time, please? Please! Pretty please, daddy? Wont you please?” You start whining.

“Mm, after daddy finishes work I’ll take you there, alright?” Childe storkes your head with his wam hand. 

“Awe...” You pouted.”But your work is always piling every second! It’s like bricks, it keeps going up and up and up!”

“Pfft, well I am after all working for the biggest toy company! Daddy needs to make sure everything is perfect!”

“Even Santa Claus doesnt work that much! Daddy is being mean...” You frown while the ginger man laughs at your comment. “Oh I know! How about I eat lots and lots of veggies then daddy will take me to Liyue? Please Daddy? Pleasee!!!”

“Oh dear..” He shakes his head. “Now I remember that time where your uncle Teucer first learned to bargain”

“Please daddy?” You put on your most adorable puppy eyes to add pressure on him. 

“Alright, alright” He chuckled and you cheered, jumping on his face and peppering it with chase pecks on his cheek. 

Childe’s heart felt so warm, he felt so relived to have you- his precious child, in his arms and peppering him with you tiny and soft pecks. This moment with you was so pure he forgot his hands are that of a warriors, that he is stained with darkness. It doesnt really matter, you dont need to know that side of him. He’s scared of you hating him, he’s scared of you losing your trust and admiration for him. Your loveforhim means the world to him. So please, just stay like this knowing only this him, stay clueless about that part of him stained by battle. 

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Alright, first of all- No doubt, you will be highly respected and loved in Monstadt since you are the precious child of the charming Chivalry Captain, Kaeya Alberich.

Since he is a knight, he is aware of the possible dangers that might/will come at your way so expect him to be highly protective (But not in a very obvious way ofc).

Sadly, he is a chivalry captain- There are times where he has to leave you to Amber, Lisa or Diluc (especially Diluc). It pains his heart though, time flies so fast and he is scared that he might one day come home to see you all grown up. No parent would want that, Kaeya is no exception.

Though, if you suprise him while he is on duty in guarding the gates- He’ll be more than very happy to have a little knight accompanying him. Kaeya will be even be amused since his ‘work’ wont be that awfully boring anymore.

When it comes to affection- Oh boy. He peppers your face with kisses, snuggles you in every second he can and whispers one of the most adorable things in your small ear. He sometimes teases you too with how tin you are, he cant help it really- You’re just so fragile and you barely even reach pass his knees. Kaeya also spoils you a lot. You want that aodrable little slime pillow? You’ll have all the elemental versions! It doesnt hurt to spend a little more after all. I mean come on, he spends money on drinking fancy wine, why not use that cash on spoiling you instead?

He’s also the type that’s lets you ride on his shoulders, maybe he’ll jog a bit so you can feel like you’re really flying.

Being a captain, he surely has times where he is strict on diciplining (But not strict-strict to the point it’s scary. Nope!) He’ll smile warmly and cooe you into obeying the rules. His rules aren’t really painful, it’s all very basic in fact. “ Ah, ah, ah, what did Daddy say about after eating?” “Y/n, it’s already time for night-night. You wouldn’t want the bad hilichurls to get you, do you now?”

Overall, he’s a very loving father who supports his child in every way he could. You are after all, the small warm flame that melts the icy cryo captain’s heart.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look!” You run over to your father who was boredly staring off into the distance. “Daddy!”

“Oh?” Kaeya smiles warmly, leaning down to your level and picking you up off of the ground. “What would my baby want to show?”

“I-I made Daddy a pretty flower crown! Auntie Amber showed me how to do it!” You stretch out your small arms to show him the Calla Lily flower crown you wholeheartedly made for him. “It’s pretty right? Right?”

“Mhm, it’s very pretty.” Kaeya chuckled lightly.

“Daddy I want to put it on your head! Pretty, pretty please?” Your eyes twinkled innocently, pleading with the most adorable look.

“How can I say no when my little angel when you’remaking that face?” He smiled, lifting you up above his head.

You gently fixed the flowr crown on his head and giggled in absolute delight as you saw your Father’s face with the crown atop his head.

“Daddy looks so handsome!” You clap cutely, making his heart melt even more.

Kaeya couldn’t resist it and he started to nuzzle your cheeks together.

He wanted to tease you a bit more, but this time,... He didnt feel like it. Kaeya just wanted to hold you as close as he possibly can. if he can freezetime, he will. He doesnt want this moments to end and just become a memory of the past you. He wanted to hold you as much as he can right now.

"Wait! Daddy we need to go to uncle Diluc too!" You blurt out.

"Why?" He blinked.

"I made a flower crown for Uncle too!"

"Hold on a second, I'm calling someone to cover for my shift."

Should I feel bad for Diluc now cuz he is about to get bullied by the Alberich Family

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin comfort #genshin headcanons #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe headcanons #childe comfort #childe imagines #genshin kaeya #kaeya headcanons #kaeya imagines #kaeya x reader #kaeya comfort

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

NSFW with Chuck Grant

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

 Charles Grant is a walking example of “acts like a badass, is actually a softie” bc BOY, IS HE HARD (lol) TO GET A READ ON. 

When you first start fucking, he doesn’t really have the instinct to stick around after and soak up the afterglow- mostly bc that’s not the dynamic that any of his previous relationships operated under, but also bc he’s like Lieb and doesn’t feel comfortable being vulnerable and potentially having you reject him. He only confidently leaves the first time, and then he judges whether to stay or not on how you look at him as he makes to get dressed after the second time you boink. If you want your space, he’ll go and be back the next day as long as you let him, but if you look even a little bit offended or hurt, he’s getting his ass back in that bed and doing whatever he can to get that sad look out of your eyes.

When he does stay, he’s down to give you whatever he can manage. 

He’s all for slowly kissing you while trailing his fingertips up and down your side, but if you just want to sleep beside him he is more than cool with it (he’ll probably still pet you a lil bit after you fall asleep bc he’s soft for you but shh shh shh don’t tell anyone). The only thing he isn’t very good at doing is pillow talk, especially right after sex. He’s too worried about saying the wrong thing and fucking up what he’s managed to establish with you. 

It isn’t until after he’s shot that he realizes how nice it feels to have someone else take care of him, and when you do so after sex it solidifies the fact that you don’t see him as a burden- you want him and you want to stay. Thank god, too. He doesn’t think he could recover without you (again, not that he’d ever tell you that)

 B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

 Your AhhhhhhHSSSSssssSSSSSs!!!!!!

Oh wow, look at you- owner of the cutest butt he’s ever seen. Can he put his hands on it? Can he squeeze it? Please please puh-lease can you let him watch it jiggle as he fucks you? If you’ve answered yes to any of these questions, then you’ve made each and every single one of his dreams come true. 

He doesn’t discriminate in his love for butts- he’s an equal-opportunity appreciator of the Majesty of the Female Ass™. If it changes size throughout your relationship, he’ll love it even more. Absolutely shameless.

On himself? He likes his legs- especially his thighs. 

He likes how strong they are, despite how much he hates Sobel for getting them to their current strength re: Currahee. But he gets over it quickly bc oh wow is he happy with their endurance while trying to keep up with you, both sexually and otherwise. The day he realized you could ride yourself to orgasm on them was the day he died and went to heaven and was sent back to sin again.

 C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

 He likes cumming on your pubic mound and then watching it slide down your pussy, thank you very much. If you guys are trying for kids or in a position where you don’t have to worry about not having kids, he’ll cum inside of you happily but oh wow he likes watching it slide down your lower lips. BONUS POINTS if he gets to catch it on his thumb and either stick it in your mouth OR circle your clit with it in order to get you off one more time.

Also, you asking him where he wants to cum on you gets him hot under the proverbial collar. 

 D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

 He’d do literally anything for you if you’d let him put his finger in your ass. He will genuinely kill an individual of your choice if you let him put his cock there instead. What a perv (jk it takes a lot of vulnerability for some people to convey their wants and desires to their partners plz remember that this has been a PSA).

The one thing he’ll never actually tell you about... EVER is that for a little while after meeting you for the first time in Georgia, he started hooking up with a girl who he didn’t realize (until much later) bore a striking resemblance to you. He’d had to end the relationship when he straight-up called out your name when he came (he was a lil drunk, just tipsy enough to slip up) and full-on booked it out of there bc not only had he pissed the girl off, but his shout had woken up her family- namely her very angry father- and barely escaped with his life.

 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

 He’s had two lovers before you, but one of them was really experienced and patient and bless that woman. All he really has to do is learn what you like and he’ll commit it to memory. 

And you better be damn sure that he’ll use that knowledge against you/for his benefit. 

 F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

 Doggy style for all the reasons mentioned before. Or reverse cowgirl. Or normal cowgirl. His hands + your butt= dream combo.

 G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

 He can be goofy, but more than anything else he likes it when you’re goofy. Chuck can get a little too in his own head at times, which can lead to frustration/self-doubt- ESPECIALLY while recovering from his brain injury. You reminding him that sex is meant to be fun does him a huge favor, bc poor lamb will forget that every so often.

So please, nibble at his earlobe in that way that tickles him. Make a quip at the expense of one of your friends. Mock the silly sound of the moan you just let slip out.

 H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

 He’s not going to groom unless you tell him to, but he also doesn’t feel like you need to groom for him, either. Chuck’s not afraid to admit how much his personal hygiene has improved since meeting you. 

I can promise you that if you’re heavily invested in skin/hair care, he’ll probably be just as into building his own routine. 

 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

 You always have Chuck’s full and undivided attention during sex, but he won’t necessarily show it unless he gets the guy feeling/you tell him that you want him to be. He’s going to whisper sexy things into your ear, call you a good girl (if not his good girl), and do everything in his power (at the time, at least (he can get a little distracted if you’re doing something particularly sexy)) to make sure you feel just how appreciated you are. He gets more and more confident in his PDA as your relationship progresses, but when it’s just you two? You’ll never meet a bigger sweetheart.

 J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

 Ok, so I’m deciding for you that mutual masturbation is a thing that you’re both into, m’kay? 

I'm also making the executive decision that you really enjoy watching him get himself off. You walked in on him one time, before you’d had sex, and were so stunned that you just watched in rapt attention until awkwardly backing out of the room and slamming the door shut. He’d nearly cum right then and there, and it got you extremely aroused. 

The next time you see each other, at some Georgia bar while on a pass, you offhandedly mention that you wish you hadn’t left and FROM THAT DAY ON he always lets you know when he’s feeling the urge and how you’re more than welcome to watch.

And when you do? It’s always a much shorter experience than he intends bc wow how hot are you?

 K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

 Frottage! Dry Humping! Grinding!

Allow me to explain:

In the months following D-Day, it was quickly understood that being on the frontlines meant having traditional forms of sex were no longer on the table (hehe) for you two. You’d experimented with rucking your trousers down your thighs, his thighs, both of your thighs, and each time it was a disaster (with one of the worst times ending up falling onto Tab after he’d inadvertently opened a door that Chuck had been fucking you against. Chuck had nearly thrown fists when Tab refused to look aware from your bare ass.)

So yall started grinding- quickly finding out that the bunches of fabric separating your bodies not only led to new forms of stimulation, but it also meant that you both started to utilize dirty talk. There’s something about your trembling lips at his ear, your warm whispers of ‘so good’ and ‘is this really all you need, Chuck? Me, writhing on you like this? What does that say about you, you desperate boy??’

Boy’s bought a one-way ticket to Boner City, USA.

PLUS! What a way to keep warm during Bastogne? Everyone is so jealous that they don’t have a super foxy megahot babe like you to grind upon.

 L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

 Hmm…..is saying anywhere a cop-out? Because he’s down for anywhere, he’ll follow your lead and rise to the occasion. Such a perv i s2g.

 M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

 ♫ YOOOUUUUUUUU!!!!!! ♫

You have this one eyebrow quirk you do when you’re in the mood, and it just so happens to be similar to the brow raise you give someone trying to outsmart you (which is another turn on for him- you putting some overly-confident sonofabitch back in their place after allowing them to mansplain at you for a little bit. First boner he ever got (since meeting you, obviously) came after witnessing you telling Joe Liebgott to stfu in cutting German after he’d made some off-color comment about your ass.) 

So, more often than not, he'll get a little turned on when you argue with people. Maybe even when you argue with him- who knows? not me. (i totally do, and he totally is)

 N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

 Any sort of pain play, on either of you. 

After being in genuine agony for so long while recovering from all of the surgeries, the idea of seeking any more pain out just doesn’t make sense. Chuck also doesn’t want to see you in pain- even if you’re asking him to make you feel it. You’d both suffered through the pain of hunger, frostbite, insect bites, sunburn, and just war in general (all of which had emotionally taken a toll on him bc he felt completely helpless and hated that he couldn’t do anything to take your hurt away). 

Sex and pain just doesn’t go together for him. Sorry not sorry 

 O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

 He loves having you go down on him, adores the way your eyes look up at him as if you’re challenging him to withstand your beautiful ministrations. 

He also is a big fan of going down on you, but PLEASE PLEASE PUH-LEASE ride his face. Good lord. 

He’s a sucker (teehee) for it- something about you using him like it’s all you keep him around for gets him hot. You also get this certain snarl on your lips when you are getting close that makes him lose his goddamn mind bc WOW YOU ARE SO ATTRACTIVE and HOLY SHIT YOU CHOSE HIM OF ALL PEOPLE? WOWOWOW.

 P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

 He’ll follow your lead/body language in terms of pace. Most sex sessions shift between both slow and deep as well as fast and hard anyway, so he is a fan of both. 

 Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

 A necessary evil, as far as Chuck is concerned. He’ll do them, and he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the spontaneity of them, but he would prefer not to be rushed when he’s with you.

 R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

 He was riskier until that one time Tab caught you guys, after which he chilled out. Which you are thankful for, bc you’ve spoken with Lieb’s wife and BOY have those two gotten into some embarrassing situations bc of how risky that kid is. 

 S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

 The longest he's gone is 4 rounds (it was celebratory sex on VE day, with both of you in the best shape you'd ever been in and too high on relief to listen to your bodies. Ya'll were sore and dehydrated afterward but LORD was it worth it.

 T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

 He’d be very open to the idea of toys! On you, he’s automatically cool with it, but it does take him a little bit to get his head around the idea of using toys himself. Again, 40s/50s= somewhat repressed discussion about deviations from the traditional male sexuality- but Chuck is more willing and ready to challenge the societal norms than most. Very sexy of him.

 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

 He always intends to tease you, but more often than not he gets so turned on that he can’t follow that intention through. You are aware of this and ABSOLUTELY weaponize this knowledge. Get it, fam. 

During day-to-day conversation, however, you both tease each other constantly. It’s been like that since you’ve met each other- always making innuendos and one-upping the other and for some reason that never even went away.

When Chuck woke up and the doctors brought you in to see him, the first thing he told you was that you looked terrible. When you’d replied with a sniff, a smile and a “guess the doc’s were full of shit when they said there was no change in your vision, huh?”- Chuck had smiled so hard it hurt.

 V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

 He’s a choked moan kind of guy. His face gets all scrunched up and his body shakes and he curses quietly under his breath (it’s vv cute and hot, FYI). he doesn’t even try and be quiet on purpose, he just seems to lose the ability to be vocal, tbh. If he’s drinking or if it’s been a hot minute since yall have gotten to do the do, he’ll probably be a bit louder. Like, maybe one loud cry of your name (see: the letter D)

It doesn’t bother him if you make sounds at all, just so you know. If anything, he likes that he’s a quiet cummer bc then he can hear any and all of your sounds.

 W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

 biting your ass while eating you out from behind is *bang* *bang* *bang* *click* *cash register noise*.

Especially if you squeal and smack at him after he does it.

 X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

 Average in all respects but OH MAN does he know how to work it to his advantage. Get ready for a wild ride, my dude. 

 Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

 Higher post-war, tbh. Chuck had had to be on bed rest for so long that he thought he may never get the chance to have sex again, so he totally makes a point to indulge in you every chance that he can get (but he’s cool if you say no, too).

But, as I mentioned in ‘risk’, he’s not going to be humping your leg in public or anything (ok but imagine if you were a dom to his sub and you made him do that holy fuck)

 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

 He does not sleep very well, poor bb. He will be asleep but his mind will be working through all kinds of things ranging from PTSD to what shoes he wanted to wear to dinner with your parents that weekend. Good thing there’s a remedy to this ailment- your pussy sex with you!

While he can’t konk out immediately, he is able to relax. He will allow himself to get lost in the rhythm of your breathing, the weight of your hand on his arm or your arm wrapped around his middle. He will sometimes nuzzle into you as you’re drifting off to sleep, and when you press a kiss to his forehead he finally feels safe.

~ ~ ~

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#band of brothers imagines #band of brothers x reader #chuck grant x reader #problematicfavesareproblematic

[fruitcoops]

So this is sort of similar to the people writing fanfic about the lions but can you imagine the YouTube edits? Like the videos that are just "Cap having heart eyes for Loops for 10 minutes straight" or "Loops lovingly dragging Caps name through the mud for 3 minutes" like those kinds of things and I can just imagine them doing reaction videos and it just being funny and the world just loving coops

Okay so this wasn't a specific fic request but I got carried away with imagining videos and....here you go. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Grace and Anna are mine! Bonus points to anyone who remembers the easter egg in this one!

Message From: Gracie

ANNA HOLY SHIT

Anna frowned at her phone screen, squinting to read around the spiderweb crack decorating the upper corner. She had tried to convince herself that it was cool, goth, edgy, but in the end she had to admit that it was just irritating. In a tragic turn of events, packing tape couldn’t fix everything.

Message To: Gracie

Wtf did I do

Two weeks of radio silence, then unexplained accusations. Anna shook her head as the grey bubble disappeared for a third time and turned back to her computer. Grace may have been her favorite cousin—and favorite person, if she was being honest—but very few things came between Anna and video editing. Especially editing for a Lions meme video. She had a whole 2,341 followers to attend to, after all.

Message From: Gracie

DID YOU SEE THE FUCKING INTERVIEW???

Message To: Gracie

Wow thank you so helpful

Message From: Gracie

Skip to 2:45 bestie

A link popped up just as Anna cut a segment from the sleep study video, where Loops’ heart eyes were in full effect. It was a rare, precious find for fan editors like herself.

“Come on,” she groaned. Maybe introducing Grace to the deepest parts of her hockey obsession was a mistake. But, really, what else was she supposed to do when she learned her cousin, who didn’t even live in Gryffindor, got to meet her favorite players just by chilling in a café? What kind of cosmic joke was that?

She narrowed her eyes at the embed of the link, then stifled a shriek. Impossible. How had she missed an upload?

As if on cue, her computer pinged with a new notification from the Lion Pride channel. “Oh, fuck me,” she muttered, scrambling to save her half-done video and pressing play.

The interviewer asked basic questions, ones she had heard the answers to a million times while curating her content. It always felt funny to hear people refer to Cap as ‘Sirius’—it was too official, too formal. She had spent countless hours on the compilations of his softer moments, and they were her most popular videos. Cap Having Heart Eyes for Loops for 10 Minutes Gay. Cap Being an Actual Puppy for Six and a Half Minutes. Everyone Wanting Cap Cuddles for Fifteen Minutes. Every Time Cap Smiles When Someone Mentions His Godson. The list was endless. She loved it.

She did a silent fist pump when she saw the interviewer had snagged both Cap and Loops; that would give her a whole new stream of workable content. If she was lucky, she could expand on her series of Loops Lovingly Roasting His Friends, part…fuck it, who was even counting anymore?

Anna was so caught up in her excitement that she nearly forgot about Grace’s suggestion. I’ve never skipped through a video on the first watch before, she thought hesitantly. But maybe just this once…

Her cursor hovered over the 2:45mark. She closed her eyes, and clicked it.

“—have you been adjusting to life as a celebrity?” the interviewer asked. Anna nearly rolled her eyes when Loops laughed. That question had been used far too often to be interesting anymore.

“It’s had its ups and downs,” Loops said with a smile. “Mostly, though, the fans have been incredible and just knocked my socks off with their support.”

“Really? What’s your favorite part of the Lions fanbase?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Their creativity, for sure. There was a video a while back where we reacted to some of the comments people left, and this person on Twitter made an absolutely beautiful collage of photos.”

“I have it saved to my phone,” Sirius added.

One more clip for the simp video. Anna made a note on the small corner space of her European History notes. The degree can wait for ten more minutes.

“Do you have a favorite creator?”

The interviewer was clearly teasing, but Loops’ smile was genuine. “I don’t know about a favorite, but there’s this person on YouTube who makes a shit ton of videos and they’re hysterical. I saw one the other day about—god, what was it again?”

“Every time I smile when people mention Harry,” Sirius answered around a laugh. “Can you blame me?”

Anna didn’t hear the next question. A ringing noise filled her ears as she sat, frozen, on her shitty dorm mattress and listened to her literal heroes talk about her dorky little channel. “Holy fuck,” she blurted after a moment of silence. “Holy fuck.”

“—subscribed?” The man’s voice snapped her back to reality.

“Of course I am!” Loops said. “You think I’m passing up a chance to watch a compilation of my friends making stupid decisions for the entire internet to see?”

A noise that would have been a shriek if Anna had any breath left in her body escaped her lungs; she clamped a hand over her mouth and shakily exited from the video before going to her YouTube account. 800 new notifications. 700 new followers in the last quarter hour. She was pretty sure she blacked out for a second from sheer shock and joy.

Message To: Gracie

What

Message From: Gracie

You’re famous!

Message To: Gracie

What

Message From: Gracie

I bet he knows your stuff better than he remembers me tbh

“They know me,” she whispered, staring at her computer. The unfinished video showed a perfect frame of Loops’ soft smile as he watched Cap get his toothbrush stuck in his pajama shirt. Somehow, the thought was both exhilarating and horrifying. What if they thought she was a creep? She wasn’t, not really, just a bored college student with not enough free time for a job but too much to keep herself busy with schoolwork. Her 2,341—no, 3,052—followers were just other hockey nerds looking for time to kill.

And the subject of those videos was one of her subscribers.

Anna slipped her headphones back on and began to edit like it was her last day on earth. Her fingers flew across the keyboard on muscle memory while her brain fizzed. Perfect, she thought. It has to be perfect.

In four hours, it was done. She sat back, panting, then hunched over again and began tapping out a title card.

Hello. Idk if anyone saw the new Lion Pride video today (linked below if anyone wants to see why I’m dying right now) but apparently Remus Lupin is subscribed to this channel and has been for a while.

Hi Loops. I’m Anna. You met my cousin once and she said she liked your sweater.

Now that that’s out of the way, please enjoy the next five minutes of our new rookie being the sappiest mf in existence (except for his fiancé). Mr. Lupin, please tell Hattie I say hello.

She pressed upload, peeled her headphones off, and collapsed backward on her bed.

Message To: Gracie

If I die here, tell the world I did it doing what I loved

Message From: Gracie

Will do

OH FUCK YOU FOR BRINGING UP THE SWEATER I SOUND LIKE A CREEP

Anna covered her itchy eyes with her forearm and settled in for a long, long nap. Her brain still needed to repair a few circuits.

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #anna #grace #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #ocs #hattie #lion pride

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I recently re-read Listen Close and sheesh I love the voice kink and it got me about thinking Sub! Seb with a secret attraction to Chis' accent when he's drunk or high and it goes deep and seb soaks in the power that Chris's voice has over him and maybe Chris notices and he does something about it getting seb off using just his voice getting him so far under all he knows is Chris. Btw I love your writing its amazing <3

Related to my fic "Listen Close"

Thank you for reading that!! I was really into that idea, the whole voice kink with really up close and personal mics, giving away every sound because they're podcast hosts idea that I came up with but unfortunately people didn't seem to be all that into it :/ either way- it makes me happy to know you enjoyed it! <3

Me too, I love love love me some voice kink.

Also, with Chris' Boston accent I thought of the livestream he did with Scott and Sammy and he called her darling at the end. But, y'know, with his Boston charm. All, blown kisses and "darlin'"

Also, the high/drunk part of this is genius because you know there's No Way his accent doesn't come out when he's drunk. Or when he's high! (And bonus points for including him being high, yes, because Chris I believe has said before that he indulges/has indulged (though idk where he said that haha).) 

Although, for this purpose, I'm gonna go with Chris being drunk and not high because I feel like drunk Chris is more rowdy and excited and handsy and more down to rough Sebastian up than a high Chris would be.

High Chris strikes me as too silly and giggly to be able to take dirty talking Seb into next week seriously haha. 

My first instinctual situation for drunk Chris and drunk Sebastian with his voice kink would take place after they're dropped off at Chris' home in Massachusetts together by an Uber/taxi. Just trying to get through the front fucking door, stumbling up the steps onto the porch when Chris prrrrrressses Seb into the side of the house. Before they can even fumble through unlocking the door or even getting keys out. They're there. Already.

And Chris, in all his glory, starts to purr at him. Asking his sub what he wants, what he needs "'cause I saw you lookin', darlin'. Oh I fuckin' saw you, you want something? All you gotta do is ask, yanno that, baby. Wanna give you everything." causing Sebastian’s head- full of protests - especially the one of, we're still outside! - to fly right the fuck away because, shit, it's just like when they were at the party.

When the drinking turned Chris' rough, deep, and all around delicious voice from his softened accent into his real accent. The drinking also gets his voice deeper, a little sloppier. All Boston charm all of the sudden because they're in Massachusetts where everyone around them has an accent too and it's rubbing off on Chris again. 

Although, it’s only Chris' accent that affects Sebastian. Bringing shivers down his spine when all of his voice is pressed into his ear, shouting over the music just to be heard. Not helped by the way Seb's own drinking has softened and warmed his insides until his whole body is begging to be laid at his feet, kneeling and pressing kisses into his skin, from his feet, to his ankles, to shins and knees, and upward- all at his command. Worship by command. Please.

Right, right, right-

Though, now he's not shouting, he's purring lazily, because it’s just the two of them. Pressed tight together in the dark where he's talking and talking, noticing even more how Seb can't help but shiver whenever he speaks. Quaking with the golden charm, intimately against his skin, whispered into his ear. His cheek. His mouth. Kissing him until he can't breathe. 

Sebastian can't fight his dom like this, held against the side of the house - treasured in huge, fumbling hands - in the humid summer night with his voice in his ear. 

"Good boy. S'fuckin' good. Yeah, yeah-" 

He's done for when the praise starts to come out, something Chris is prone to when he drinks, congratulating everyone’s success, or, in Sebastian’s case- praising him endlessly. Because of it his cock is beginning to throb desperately in his jeans, head spinning, a whimper tumbling from his lips.

It's a damn good thing they're in Massachusetts not in LA because private isn't a thing in LA and Sebastian is not a strong enough man to peel Chris off of him, to urge him away and inside when his voice is hot on his neck, his face, his ear. Not now. He can't do anything but melt. Nothing but tip his head back and let Chris whisper filthy things to him, cupping the base of his exposed throat with one hand like a makeshift collar, claiming him, while the other slides into his jeans. Not just under the denim but into his underwear, palming him so good after he obscenely licks up the length of his palm; like he even needs that, Sebastian has been turned on all night. Leaking and, just, overflowing with arousal.

Turned on especially when Chris insisted on sitting so, so close to him. Rubbing the back of his neck, in what would be a normal gesture… if it's not where his collar would lie in privacy. If he hadn’t also kept telling him, deviously, to go and get him another beer. Or another napkin. Or whatever. Knowing that Sebastian was eating it up, or, more accurately, licking it up out of the palm of his hand. 

So. Yeah. A combination of alcohol, the light domination, his fucking voice, and his lax, excitable party-nature is all getting to Seb. A fire in his belly exploding on voice command, Chris' voice, thick with where he grew up-

"Fuck you're hot.” Chris murmurs, palming him, making him pant, head resting back against the side of the house. “Mmm-hmm. You're so hard sub, aren't'cha? S'fuckin' hot in my hand.” 

He can’t help but whimper because yeah, yeah. He is. He’s so hard it hurts. And he wants to beg for more but the second after he lets go of the sound, the pathetic whimper-

Chris is talking more. Driving him mad. “Yeah yeah, let it out. Let it out. No ones gonna hear you out here. Jus' let it go for me. Moan for me.”

And who’s he to not?

“Fuck yeah. Wanna hear you sub, wanna hear how I make you feel good jus' like you want me to talk to you.”

A hot blade of embarrassment cuts through him, weakening his knees. It’s a good thing Chris is so big. He effortlessly uses his larger bulk to pin him in place. Turning the embarrassment to molten lust.

“Mmm-hmm. Think I didn't know? I always know, darlin’. Fuckin' know when you look at me like that, stars in those pretty fuckin' eyes… know that you like how I sound. Shit. And I fuckin’ love the way you sound. Love you. Love how you whine and gasp and cry when I touch you. Touchin' you however I want because you're mine.”

Sebastian whines. Oh God. 

Chris chuckles. Loose and dark and so fucking hot that he feels the way he starts to leak even more in the circle of his fist, wrapped tight and good around his cock.

“Mine,” Chris spurs him on, squeezing, stroking harder. “My pretty lil thing. Can touch you whenever I want, yeah?" 

"Yes!"

"Y'sure?"

"Yes, yes Chris! Please!" 

"Please, what?"

"Pl-please keep talking. Wanna. Wanna- yeah. Wanna hear you talk!" 

"Oh, fuck, I know. I know you do, darlin'. I'll keep talkin', keep touching. S’what you deserve. Being so good all night. Gettin’ me things, sitting, lookin’ pretty. Lookin’ at me and shit… so pretty, you look so good. Got all dressed up, didn't'cha? All prettied up. Lookin’ your best on my arm tonight, hmm? Yeah sub, yeah, you like bein' all pretty. Having people watch you. Lookin' at you knowing you're mine. Well. This-" he stops stroking to only squeeze his cock. Sebastian's knees threaten to buckle yet again. His heart thundering in his chest, making him nearly sob with every heaved in breath. "-This is definitely mine."

"Yours!" Seb gasps, on edge. 

"Mmmmm-hmmmm," Chris drawls out, real slow. Then, "listen to m’, pretty thin’." Sebastian claws at Chris' wide shoulders, his thick biceps, shifting and flexing with how he's jerking him off, "shh, jus' listen, sub. Know you can…” Sebastian finds his eyes flicking open without remembering when he shut them. “Mmm, there's a good boy. Good boy. My boy. Want'cha to cum. Wanna see you cum right now. Right here. Wanna see your pretty face, show me how pretty you are, yeah? Now."

"Chris!" 

(Chris will totally carry him inside, knowing how he gets, floaty and lax after such an intense orgasm. Sebastian will totally whimper and whine and complain until he’s allowed to get Chris off, lying between his legs and choking on his cock, looking up at him with dreamy eyes. Cheeks not even flushed from the obscene show, he’s so sweetly under.)

Thank you for the ask!!

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[kakashiswilloffire]

Congratulations on a 100! Can I request a female reader and a scenario where Kakashi discovers in a very shocking way that his s/o is pregnant? Please don't mind not writing if it bothers you. Stay hydrated and have a nice day regardless!🌸

thank you for the request!! hope you enjoy!!

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A Kunoichi's Suprise

ao3

words: 1.9k

kakashi x fem!reader, fluff, reader is pregnant

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“I do hate to do this to you, but you’re the best choice. There’s not an Inuzuka available who has the security clearance necessary, which makes you the only ninken-user I can assign this to.”

Kakashi nodded and shrugged, brushing off the unspoken apology. “I understand, it’s no issue.”

Tsunade pursed her lips into a thin line, nodding solemnly. “If it wasn’t so time-sensitive, I’d put someone else on it, I swear.” She tucked a loose strand of her silvery blond hair behind her ear and shuffled the papers on her desk, bringing a personnel file to the top. “And to accompany you… Again, I’m really sorry, but she’s the only one who makes sense. She was in the area most recently out of all available jonin and her weapons expertise makes her the best candidate to accompany you.”

His eyebrows dipped together in mild confusion. He would have requested this partner if she hadn’t been assigned—he agreed fully that they would make the best team for this recovery mission. Shaking it off, he nodded again. “Sounds great, Lady Fifth. Anything else?”

Tsunade let out a breath she had been half holding and leaned back in her chair. Tonton gave a relieved squeak and Shizune pulled her closer to her chest. The Hokage dragged her hands across her eyes, then leaned forward on her elbows.

“Glad you’re taking this so well. I thought you’d at least argue about your fiancé going with you, if not objecting to being sent on a mission right now at all.”

Kakashi jerked his head backwards and to the side, scanning over the Sannin with his single vibrant, gray eye. “I’m sorry if I gave you the impression I like to argue with superiors, Tsunade-sama. That’s really more Naruto’s thing.” She snorted, and he took it as a good sign. “When would you like us to head out? Thirty minutes?”

Immediately, Tsunade shot him down. “She needs a medic to look her over before she can go into the field. I’m happy to do it myself. Her training with her team ends at noon, right?” She glanced at the clock, then gestured to Shizune. “Send Kotetsu or Izumo to pull her, we can’t wait that long.” With a quick nod, she ducked out of the room. “Meanwhile, you can go pack bags for you both. Be sure to grab her med pack, I’ll probably need to give her a bonus prescription or two for the journey.”

At this point, Kakahi’s confusion could no longer be dismissed. Why would his fiancé need extra medication for a mission? He had just seen you when you left to meet your team of genin, and you hadn’t mentioned anything. Maybe the stomach bug you had had a few weeks ago had been worse than you let on?

“Sorry, prescriptions? Are we facing potential poisoning?” He tried, looking for an explanation.

Tsunade shook her head firmly. “Anything is possible, but I’m not concerned about it.” She ran her hand backward through her hair, shaking it gently toward the ends and letting it fall out of the way. “More concerned with making sure she’s getting the correct nutrients. I’ve been working on the nutritional value of shinobi rations, but it’s hard to find something that’s shelf stable, lightweight, and compact without just being food pills.”

Kakashi agreed, a debate he had heard on nearly every long term mission. “So you’ll give us both supplements, fair. Should we do my physical now while we wait on my fiancé to arrive?” He relished the words in his mouth, the phrase “my fiancé” almost a dream to him, even still.

She gave a bemused chuckle, glancing the scarecrow of a man up and down. “Why, you have some kind of boo-boo you need me to kiss?” Tsunade returned to the paperwork on her desk, shuffling it again and pulling the shinobi copy of the mission details file out, holding it out to him. “I trust you to get whatever nutrients you need after all these years of life, Bakashi,” she teased.

He didn’t move to take the file. “What’s going on?” he demanded, as respectfully as absolutely necessary. “What’s going on that she needs a medical check and extra medication to travel on a mission? Why did you think I would object to being paired with her? It’s not our first mission together, not even since we got engaged. What am I forgetting?”

Tsunade didn’t react to his interrogation, continuing to organize paperwork and leaning down to pull open a drawer in her desk, sliding his and your personnel files inside. “The fetus, maybe?” She offered, waving a hand like it was obvious.

The what?

For a moment, Tsunade could almost hear the cogs grinding in the shinobi’s head. You passing him every drink that had been pushed on you in the last few weeks, the stomach bug that he had never caught, and the uptick in morning meetings you had.

Then the cogs were brought to a halt, and the whole world froze. The blood running through his body was ice cold, and he felt his fingertips and forehead tingling. Were you really pregnant?

Was he, Kami forbid, going to be a father?

Tsunade swore, knowing she shouldn’t have said anything violating medical confidentiality, but with the pregnancy already being in the second trimester, she had no idea that you hadn’t told Kakashi yet. “Listen, Kakashi… just sit down, okay?” She looked around, swearing again at the reminder that this damn office had no chairs outside of the one she occupied.

She jumped up, crossing over to Kakashi and pushing him forward into the chair behind the desk. “Breathe, Kakashi, come on.” She shook him gently, then lightly slapped his cheek. “Come on, soldier. You’re Kakashi of the Sharingan, master of a thousand jutsu, pull it together.”

He flatly refused.

The door to the Hokage’s office opened, Shizune and Tonton leading you in. You took a moment to take in the scene of your fiancé hyperventilating behind the desk, the Hokage herself swearing and trying to get him to make eye contact and pull air into his lungs. Then he saw you, and he paused, fear in his eyes.

“Is it true—I mean, are you—love, are you pregnant?” He choked out.

Your hand flew to your mouth as if to put the secret back inside. You knew you’d have to tell him eventually, but you had wanted the moment to be right and he had been so busy with his missions lately. He didn’t know it yet, but you had rented a room at a nearby onsen for next weekend, making sure to get a room with a private bath and windows high enough that no onlookers could see inside so that he could comfortably remove his mask. That would’ve been the way you preferred he find out, when rather than dessert, you slid the sonogram across the table after dinner. Instead, you nodded.

“Yes, my love,” you whispered. “I’m pregnant.” Instinctively, your hand rested over the part of your stomach that had begun showing this last week.

He seemed to melt into chair. “Kami… we’re going to be parents?”

You nodded, a small laugh breaking from your chest. “Yes, Kakashi, that’s the plan.”

Slowly, he gathered himself, standing up and delicately walking around the desk to the doorway where you remained. “I… You want this?” He sniffed hard, blinking twice and taking your hands. “You want to raise a child with me? This child?”

You tilted your head to the side, feeling hot tears sting your eyes. You knew he had issues with his self worth, and that would be something you would focus on for the next few months so he’d be ready for your child.

“Of course, ‘Kashi. There’s no one I trust more, no one I think would make a better father. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else, and I’m thrilled that I get to do it with you.”

His wiry frame jolted as though he’d been shocked, and the threw himself into your arms, allowing his fears and shock to leave him through tears. Tsunade and Shizune averted their eyes, doing what they could to preserve your privacy. Tonton oinked in solidarity. After a couple of moments, he stood again, wiping dry the parts of his face not covered by salty, wet fabric. He then hooked a finger into the mask at the side of his nose, yanked it down, and brought you into a deep kiss, warm hands wrapping around you and pulling you close.

After the surprise, you let yourself dissolve into him, allowing yourself to be swept into his emotional display. He pulled his face back after a few beats and beamed, smiling as widely as you could remember seeing him grin. Then his mouth was back on yours, this time for just a second, then a firm kiss to your forehead before he secured the mask again. Turning to face the Hokage, he wrapped his arm around your back and held you close.

“Tsunade-sama, all due respect, can Pakkun handle this? I’ll send him with anyone you’d like. Naruto, even, I don’t think he’s doing anything tonight. I can send the whole pack. I can brief Gai, or Tenzo, anyone? And if you need a weapons expert, I’m sure Tenten is more than qualified.” You giggled, watching your fiancé ramble to the leader of the village. “It’s just, I’m going to be a father, and she’s pregnant with our child, and I’ve gotta say, I don’t think we’re going on any missions for the next, say, 18 years? Well, maybe some D ranks. We’ll see.”

As Tsunade opened her mouth, he cut her off with a pointed, “How’s the progress on the Konoha Orphanage coming along? They prepared for one more? Cause I’m not letting anything happen to either of us, for this child’s sake.”

Tsunade glared, but was startled out of the shouting match she was gearing up for by Shizune chuckling. Betrayed, she turned to her companion.

“I mean, this is the reaction you anticipated him having, Lady Fifth,” she giggled.

She slammed a fist on the desk, although with an intense amount of restraint given that the surface was not even dented. Finally, she looked up with a glint in her eye.

“I think Hana Inuzuka gets back this evening. I can give her twelve hours to rest and then she and Tenten, along with Gai, can probably handle it. This time.”

Kakashi was already on his way out the door, pulling you behind him in a firmly clasped hand, before she had finished. He called out a thanks over your shoulder as you left. Together, you giggled as you entered the streets of Konoha.

Your fiancé spun in circles, laughing freely and spreading his arms out. “We’re starting a family!” he shouted to the sky. You knew you would both continue to take missions with this child, and that was a conversation for another time. For now, though, you were content to spend eternity watching the love of your life giddily relish in this moment.

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[reidingmelodies]

The Date Jar: February

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader Category: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Word Count: 3.5k Includes: Mentions and consumption of food, brief discussions of a case (no specifics are given) A/N:  Part of The Date Jar series, but can be read as a stand-alone piece as well :)

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‘Time to let that inner creativity shine!  Plan a date for $20 or less (and tell me all about it xoxo)’ Your brows wrinkled at the phrase, fingers twirling the yellow popsicle in your hand as you looked out the window.  

It was February 3rd, you were missing Spencer, and your mind was a blank slate when it came to date ideas.

Spencer had been called away on a case eight days prior, his and your moods worsening with every second spent away from the other.  It was a bad one, there was no doubt about it.  It was obvious in the way his voice was tinged with exhaustion each time he managed to call you, in the way he made it a point to text you that he missed you every day regardless of the time, in the way he never answered questions about his day, all too eager to hide the disparity of the case from you to keep you from worrying.

But he was the love of your life- worrying came with the job description.

So, when you got a text from Penelope in the late evening hours warning you that the team was on their way back and Spencer would probably need a little extra loving that night, you didn’t hesitate to drop everything in favor of prepping for your reunion with Spencer.

Cups of tea were made (because even though you knew he’d prefer coffee what he’d really need was chamomile), your softest blankets and comfiest pillows were brought into the living room, and Dr. Who was playing softly on the television in front of you. The lights were dimmed, a pair of pajamas resting on the cushion awaiting his return, two containers of Jell-O situated on the coffee table.

Now, all you needed was his safe return.

Somehow, in your waiting, you had ended up in front of the window, popsicle stick in hand while you thought of ideas for your monthly date.  The task was simple, but the opportunities were endless, and you were stumped.

Spencer had insisted that you pick the date jar stick for February without him present, an idea you were vehemently against until he proposed video chatting once he was back in his hotel room so you could do it together (you really had to thank Penelope for her tech influence on him).  

Sure enough on the night of February 1st, you got a video call at 11:57 PM, your eyes bleary with sleep as you hit accept.  

And all too soon, your eyes were bleary with tears as you caught sight of Spencer’s face.

You missed him, plain and simple.  You were used to spending time apart but being accustomed to something certainly didn’t make it any easier to accept.

The ten-minute chat was the epitome of bliss, both of you purposely avoiding talk of work in favor of brainstorming twenty-dollar dates.

A bookstore?  There’s no way you’d only spend twenty dollars.  The park?  We wouldn’t spend a dime.  A diner? Too typical.  

You knew an idea would come to you sooner than later, especially when Spencer was home and safe in your arms and your brain could rest.  

For now, there was an overworked, exhausted man in dire need of a hug making his way into the apartment, and all thoughts of the date were abandoned in favor of him.

The door opened, Spencer’s slouched figure making his way into the entryway.  The bags under his eyes were prevalent from across the room, his rigid expression making way for a slight grin when he locked eyes with you.

Your legs swiftly carried you home, your arms making their way around his neck as he dropped his satchel in favor of holding your waist.

You stayed like that for what could’ve been five minutes or two hours, all too content swaying to the beat of Spencer’s heartbeat, his lips pressed against your hair.

“Missed you so much,” he murmured, breaking the silence and squeezing you impossibly closer in the process.

“Missed you too, Spence. More than you’ll ever know”.

A lingering kiss was placed on your head in response, Spencer’s arms slightly pulling back as he moved to examine you.  You did the same, taking note of the permanent frown etched on his features.  

“What do you need, baby?” you whispered, hand gently moving to trace his cheek.

“Just you,” he responded, sleep evident in his voice.

You nodded, grabbing his hand and directing him towards the couch.  Wordlessly, you handed him his pajamas and he changed into them right then and there, determinedly unwilling to be without you for the foreseeable future.

He collapsed onto the couch when he was done, forgoing the heap of blankets at the end of the sofa and opening his arms for you instead.  You quickly obliged, your head settling against his chest as his fingers mindlessly traced along your spine.

“It was a rough one,” his voice was low, your ears straining to hear him, “we weren’t able to save the last victim”.

You nodded solemnly, heart instantaneously breaking for the victim, for their family, for the team, for Spencer.  He was telling you as a means of an explanation rather than a means of a conversation, a fact you were well aware of after spending one too many nights like this, your arms wrapped around each other as though you were lifelines unwaveringly keeping the other afloat.

And so, you settled closer to him, head resting against his chest, legs heavily intertwined until his deep breaths filled the entirety of the room.  And when you were convinced he was asleep, at peace, and most importantly safe, you allowed your own eyes to close, your body finally resting serenely for the first time in eight days.

***

You awoke the next morning to a pillow underneath your head where Spencer had previously rested, your body jolting up in fear that he was prematurely called on another case.  But your worries were quickly put to rest at the sound of humming coming from the kitchen, your body filled with a mixture of relief and excitement at the sound.

You rose from your spot on the couch, body stretching in a useless attempt to make away with the aches that accumulated during the night.

It was worth it though. You’d sleep on a pile of rocks for Spencer if the situation called for it.

After your failed attempt, you made your way to the kitchen, eager to see your lover in daylight hours.

His back was to you, his blue flannel pajama pants and oversized white t-shirt looking oh so inviting as you burrowed yourself into his back, his posture instantly relaxed at the feel of your warmth against his.

“Morning, Y/N”.

You smiled into his shirt, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade.  “Morning, Spence.  What are you up to?”

“I figured I’d make you breakfast, but then I remembered I don’t have the greatest track record in the kitchen, so I settled on toast with jam instead,” he shifted his body so you were face to face, your expression lighting up with mirth at the sheepish look he was sporting.

“Mm wise choice, we don’t want a repeat of last time”.

He groaned, remembering how your neighbors called the fire station when they smelled smoke coming from your apartment a few months prior.  He was trying to surprise you with a homemade meal in celebration of your promotion, but instead, you came home to an apologetic Spencer, a concerned neighbor, and a stern firefighter.  Not quite the celebration you were hoping for.

Cheeks still red but desperate to change the subject, his hand found yours in an instant. 

“Thank you for last night, Y/N.  I’m sorry you had to deal with that”.

“Don’t ever apologize, Spencer- that’s what I’m here for.  You’d do the same for me, right?” At his nod you continued, “then it’s settled.  We’re a team- I was just fulfilling my half of the bargain”.

He chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes at you.  “Only you would call our relationship a bargain”.

“Mm well it was the best deal I’ve ever gotten- walked into a museum and came out with a bookmark and a boyfriend!  I mean c’mon Spence, even you have to admit that’s a bargain”.

His lips softly met yours in response, and you watched as he pulled away slightly, leaving your foreheads brushing.  “I love you. And I still feel bad I bought the last copy of the book you wanted that day”.

You closed the gap once more, letting your lips linger for a few seconds, pulling away when the grumble of your stomach interrupted the otherwise quiet room.  “I love you, too, babe.  And don’t feel bad- now that we live together, I can read it every day if I want to.  It was all part of my master plan”.

His eyebrows rose, fingers wiggling in your direction as he moved to tickle your sides.  An uproarious laugh left your lips in response, immediately jumping backwards and retracting your statement.

“Okay, okay I lied! The book was just a bonus”.

He smirked, pulling you against him and letting his fingers dance along your sides for a moment, both of your laughs echoing throughout the room.

The impromptu tickle session was cut short at the sound of your stomach grumbling once again, his newfound mission of making you toast and a cup of coffee taking centerstage.  He released you with a gentle kiss on your forehead, your figure immediately moving to stand by his side.  Your fingers moved along his arm, gently toying with the sleeve of his white t-shirt on the ascent and fiddling with his wrist on the descent.

Toast made and coffee poured in matching ‘I ♡ Vegas!’ mugs, you and Spencer found yourself situated at the kitchen counter, dangling feet bumping into each other at every opportunity.  

His eyes were skimming over his book while yours were tracing the mug closest to you, smiling in recollection at the memory of Diana sending them to you a week after your first visit along with a note saying she wanted to get you something as colorful as the rainbow you saw out her window.

Wait.  That was it.

Your eyes turned to Spencer, taking in the way his white tee shirt hung from his frame.  He had dozens like it in your bedroom, the shirts a trusted go to when he had to pack pajamas in a rushed go bag.  

It wouldn’t hurt to add a pop of color to a few of them.

Penelope said you had to spend $20 or less on a date- and if you used clothes you already had, you were almost positive you could buy tie dye materials and have money to spare.

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” his question cuts through your thoughts, your eyes meeting his to find nothing but love.

“You have a lot of white tee shirts”.

With that, love made way for utter confusion.

“Um…yes?”  His brow furrows, watching as you moved the mug into his line of sight before jogging towards the living room.

Your return was marked with his fingers tracing the sides of the mug, every inch of his being determined to figure out what had you so fascinated.

Plopping down next to him, you place the date jar stick next to the coffee, moving your legs until they rested against his calves.

“What if we did tie dye for our February date?”

“With my clothes?”

Your features soften, taking his question as a sign of hesitation.  “Only if you’re okay with it, otherwise we can find some on sale?  Or we can always do something else if this isn’t’-”

You trailed off as his left hand found your cheek, looking up to find his eyes already on you.

“We can use mine, love. I think it’s a great idea, and I wear them to bed anyway so it’s not like anyone really sees them,” he watched as a smile overtook your features before continuing, “we can do some of yours too! And maybe some plain white socks? I think we both have some buried in our drawers”.

“Oh and we can do a pair of your boxers!” you added, positively giddy at the thought.

Spencer, on the other hand, was not.

“My boxers?  Isn’t that weird?”  His lips were pursed, his hands protectively moving to cover his thighs.

You smirked, right hand moving to cover his.  “I don’t think so, it’s not like anyone’s gonna see them besides me, baby- unless Penelope hacks into my photo album again”.

You both shuddered at the thought, heat rushing to your cheeks as you remembered the shrieks she let out the last time she looked through your photos (and the ‘atta boy’s’ Derek graced Spencer with).

You shook your head, willing the memory to a far corner of your mind before squeezing Spencer’s palm.

“So, babe, what do you say? Tie dye for our date?”  You watched as his lips curled into a smile, his teeth swiftly biting his lower lip before he responded.

“Only if you dye a few pairs of your underwear, too”

That was already a given, but he didn’t need to know that.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Spencer”.

***

You went to the store for supplies the following Saturday while Spencer mess proofed your living room floor. $18.65 later, and you were armed with a tie dye kit, two squeeze bottles, pancake mix, and a basic food dye set. The kit only cost $9.99 and sticking with the theme of the day you figured colorful pancakes were the way to go.

Surely, there wouldn’t be another kitchen incident if you were there to help Spencer.

You walked into the door, instantly greeted by a plastic tarp placed on the floor and covered in an assortment of tee shirts, underwear, socks, and pillowcases.  Spencer was amid the pile, face beaming as he placed a white bedsheet on top of the pile.

“I figured we may as well go all out, right?  Go big or go home or something like that?”

You laughed, nodding your head in his direction while you walked into the kitchen.  “That’s the spirit, Spence!”  Pancake supplies placed on the counter, you grabbed the tie dye kit and two glasses of water before taking your rightful seat next to your boyfriend on the floor.

“Ready for this, babe?”

He enthusiastically nodded, inching closer to you to help set up the dyes.  “Mm-hmm.  Did you know that the origin of tie dye traces back to the 6th century, with the first recorded instances taking place during both the T’ang Dynasty and the Nara Period?”

You looked up at him, admiring the way he licked his lips while he awaited your answer, his fingers fiddling with the top of one of the bottles of dye.

God, you were so in love with him and the infinite amount of knowledge he seemed to possess.

“That’s really cool! So, what did they use as their dye?” You questioned, eyes solely focused on your favorite view- his face lighting up every time you asked him to elaborate on one of his fun facts.

“Well, it’s quite interesting, actually,” he began, “they used natural dyes and essences from things like berries, flowers, and leaves”.

You grinned, adding the final bottle of dye to the pile that had accumulated at your feet.  “Maybe next time we can try that method”.

He nodded in agreement, placing a kiss on your forehead before reaching for a tee shirt.

“Okay, so where do we start?”

He observed as you put rubber bands around one of his tee shirts, blotching up the fabric in a series of places to allow the dye to spread.  Pink, purple, and red dye was splashed across the material, your glove covered hands coming in handy as you twisted and folded the shirt with each splash.

Once you were satisfied with the design, you laid it on the corner of the tarp, leaning up to give Spencer a quick kiss on his pursed lips before reaching for the next item.  He followed suit, and together you worked to the sound of giggles, bundles of socks, underwear, and shirts joining the line of finished products.

Taking a break, you watched as he mixed every color on one of his tee shirts, the colors bleeding together until they resembled the color of mud.

“Spencer!” his name came out of your mouth in a breathy huff, your smile uncontained as your hand moved to pick up the material and observe it for yourself.  

Secretly, he knew it looked awful, and he was sure whoever roomed with him on the next case would agree.

But, he also knew he’d do anything to keep that smile on your face- even if it made him the most unfashionable agent in the FBI.

“I for one think it’s gorgeous, Y/N”.

“Everything looks gorgeous on you, babe, so I’ve gotta say I’m inclined to agree”.

All this time together and his cheeks still flushed every time you complimented him.

“Can I ask you something?” The serious tone of his voice was enough to drop the smile off your face, especially when you noticed the wrinkle that had developed between his eyebrows as he awaited your response.

“Anything.  You can always ask me anything, baby”.

He took a deep breath, moving to take one of his gloves off as you mirrored his action.  Uncovered hands clasped together, you squeezed his hand between yours, giving him the time he needed to gather his thoughts.

“Do you- do you think we’ll do this with our kids one day?”  His voice was quiet, and if the room wasn’t as still as it was you would have missed the question.

It was something you had discussed in passing before, midnight pillow talk turned into discussions about future children and Punnett squares as you daydreamed of a life with the pitter patter of little feet.  Children that were made from love and taught to be kind to others, shoot for the stars, and make their mark on the world.  But, this was the first time the discussion breached daytime hours.

You pulled the other glove from your hand, motioning him closer to you as you grasped his cheeks, your eyes fully situated on each other’s.

“There’s nothing I want more, Spencer.  You’re gonna be the greatest dad one day, I just know it”.  He closed the gap between your lips at your statement, his kiss swimming with love, respect, and excitement.

You broke apart when the need to breathe became too strong, resting your forehead against his while your fingers played with the strands of hair resting at the nape of his neck.

“I have something else we can do with our future children in the kitchen, actually,” you began as you stood, leaving the mess of tie dye materials for later, all too eager to get a move on with your plans for the day.

Spencer followed suit, mind swirling with possibilities.  “Is this a good thing to do with our kids or a bad thing?”

You laughed, sneaking a peak over your shoulder at him.  “It’s a good thing!  At least I think it is.  You’ll probably hate it”.

“That’s reassuring”.

You laughed, clutching his hand in yours as you approached the kitchen.  “Ta-da!  I got some stuff to make rainbow pancakes, I figured we can layer the bottles with colors and try to make tie dye pancakes for dinner to stick with the theme”.

“You and I have very different ideas of fun- do you not remember the kitchen incident?” He shook his head with a chuckle, his actions contradicting his words as he gathered bowls to mix pancake mix and dye.

You worked together in the peaceful glow of the afternoon sun, your fingers leaving trails of colorful batter on each other’s faces with a mixture of kisses and belly laughs in between.

He bit his lip in concentration as he worked to make the perfect pile of pancakes, each slightly burnt around the edges and raw in the middle but a massive improvement from having to call the fire department.  His consisted of circles, ovals, and squares while you wrote out ‘I ♡ U’ in a sea of colors, turning the pan towards him so he could see your creation.

“I love you, too, sweetheart,” he sealed his words with a kiss, leaning closer as you took the opportunity to let out a confession of your own.

“I can’t wait until the day we tie dye our entire house with our hypothetical children and feed them rainbow pancakes for dinner, Spence”.

A life full of love and a house filled to the brim with happiness- it was all he ever wanted, and in this moment with you, streaks of red pancake batter splattered across both of your cheeks, he knew he was already there.

“I can’t wait either, Y/N”.

Young Spencer Reid would be proud.

***

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[mizunetzu]

Can you do a scenario where reader (male pronouns) kind of outs himself as bi and then hides for a while since it was an accident and he wasn't actually ready and after some time bakugo finds him and they end up awkwardly confessing to each other? Bonus points if you can do ComfortingTM class 1A (also I just really want bi representation 🥺)

BRO BRO ur reblogs and replies always make me BAM BAM

(Also y’all ik that gif is huge but it had denki AND baku in it and i felt compelled to use it bc kamis kinda important in the story NSNDNEKWK)

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Bakugou x reader - How to Out Your Classmate

⚠️warnings - being outed by your classmate (denki) (I’m sorry denki stans), bakugou kinda bulling kami at the end kdnfjekfj

Pronouns - male, he/him

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It was something he didn’t mean to say.

Rather, it just slipped out.

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“Ne, (L/n)-kun, don’t you think Yao-momos hair is kinda sexy today? Her hair down plus that hair clip is FIRE dude!”

Kaminari slung a arm around (Y/n’s) shoulder, while Mineta smugly grinned from his seat. He wiped away a line of drool dripping from his mouth.

“Oh oh oh, her hair falls over her boobs so perfectly! I just wanna touch them at least once, ehuheuheu...”

Sero sighed from his seat. “Dude. You really are a scumbag. Stop that.”

Mineta, not missing a beat, turned to Sero with a shit-eating grin. “Oh? Why’s that? Are you gay or something?”

(Y/n) visibly stiffened from under Kaminari’s grasp. Kaminari however, didn’t notice and played along into Mineta’s joke.

“Yeah dude, kinda sus. Don’t go perving on me in the locker rooms now, haha!”

Sero sighed once more, this time with a playful smile. “Shut up, your probably more sus than I am-“

He was cut off when (Y/n) started wriggling out from under Kaminari’s arm. The three looked at (Y/n) quizzically, while (Y/n) awkwardly coughed. “I’m...leaving.”

“Why? What happened?” Kaminari leaned on the back of Seros desk.

“Well-you guys are...loud and I’m going to my desk.” Even the dumbest person could tell how tense (Y/n) was. Though, Kaminari was as dumb as he was oblivious. He scoffed, but it sounded more like a chuckle.

“What? I don’t get it, man. We were teasing Sero, not you.” Kaminari’s teasing tone felt like heaters blasting full power through (Y/n’s) body. It was strange. You always felt kind of hot when you get a little flustered. “So what part of what we said bothered you?”

“N-nothing!” (Y/n) cursed at the way he raised his voice, cursing even more at his small stutter.

“Then why are you panties in such a twist? I’m just making fun of Sero bein’ sus.”

“W-well how fun! Move, class is starting.” Truth be told, class didn’t start until 10 minutes later. When (Y/n) tried to subtly push past Kaminari, he grabbed him by the arms and blocked his way out. “No way I’m moving! You’re mad for some reason, and I just wanna know why!”

“So what exactly did we do?”

Sero rested his chin on his palm. “Yeah if you can tell us we can stop doing it, (L/n)-kun. I gotta agree with Kami on this one.”

An irk mark appeared as (Y/n’s) face flushed a darker shade of pink. Not in the good way though. He struggled helplessly in Kaminari’s stronghold, before tching and looking away.

“There’s nothing more to say-! You’re just-starting to get on my nerves and I wanna leave-!”

“Really? That’s it?” Kaminari looked at (Y/n) skeptically, before his face lit up. “Oh wait!”

“You started getting all pissy when we were talking about Yaoyorozu...and you also got mad the other day when she was talking about Bakugou...”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“..So you like Yao-“

“I don’t fucking like Yaoyorozu!”

Now Kaminari was starting to get antsy. “Then what! Why are you mad! Is it because Mineta and I were ‘perving’?!”

“I’m not fuckin’ mad about you drooling over Yao-momos boobs! I’m not mad at all!”

Students started to gather once Kaminari and (Y/n) started to raise their voices higher and higher. Kaminari’s grip on (Y/n) was long gone, though (Y/n) was too upset to notice.

“If you weren’t mad about that, you were obviously mad about that time Yao-Momo talking about how Bakugou was attractive. So what? Do you like Bakugou or something? Are you gay?”

(Y/n) paled and grit his teeth. He was full on yelling now. “Stop saying that, damnit! I don’t like boys! Y-you know that!”

Kaminari gasped comically. “Oh my god! You totally avoided my question, dude!”

“What?!”

“Yeah! Now I get it! That’s what’s bothering you so much! It all makes sense!”

Kaminari’s mad expression morphed into one that you make when you solve a difficult question. It felt like all the blood in (y/n’s) face was drained, yet all the blood rushing to his cheeks burned like fire. Sero stood up from his chair and placed a hand on Kaminari’s shoulder. “Dude, uh-I think that’s enou-“

“Your confused because you’re straight but now you’ve started to like a guy, right?! Bakugou, right?!”

Seros warning went over Kaminari’s head completely. (Y/n) dug his nails into his palm while Kaminari pried into (Y/n’s) mind with his eyes.

“I’m not confused! I’m pissed. Very, very pissed at you!”

The blond haired boy slammed his arms down on Seros table and leaned in uncomfortably close. (Y/n) wanted to step back, but if he did, he’d run straight into Sero.

“Ok. If you answer this compleeeetely honestly, I’ll let you go. Swear! And we’ll never talk about this again! Just say yes or no! Nothing else!”

Sero glanced around the room. Everyone was staring, some had their hands over their mouths, and some were whispering and asking what was going on. Sero nervously tugged on the fabric of (Y/n’s) blazer. “U-um...yo... (y/n)...Kamin-“

“Do you like Bakugou?”

“I-“

“And don’t say you don’t like boys or you’re not gay, we ‘know’ that!”

“I’m-“

“Just say yes or no!”

“N-“

“Are you ga-“

“I’M BI!” (Y/n’s) sudden outburst silenced the classroom. It was like a blow from a king to shut up the commoners. “I’M BI, SO SHUT UP! ARE YOU HAPPY?! I’M NOT GAY AND I DON’T LIKE BAKUGOU! I DONT! I-I DONT. I don’t. I...”

Stagnant air flooded the 1-A classroom. Almost immediately, (Y/n) slapped both his hands over his mouth, eyes blown wide. Kaminari awkwardly chuckled. “Uh...”

(Y/n) took a tentative step back, bumping straight into Sero. He reflexively grabbed onto (y/n’s) forearms, stabling him.

“Are you oka-“

“Don’t touch me!” (Y/n) pushed off of Seros body and stumbled over a desk. He crashed onto the ground and fumbled onto his bottom. Students upon students neared towards him, all their face and voice blending together into one big, muddy pile. Their voices eventually turned into ringing, louder and louder until-

“SHUT UP!” (Y/n) rose to his wobbly legs, half running and half crawling towards the door as fast as he could. He could hear the protestant shouts of his classmates, or even the sleepily confused expression of his teacher as as flew by him in the hallway.

He guessed he was skipping class that day.

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40 missed calls from: Mina-San domoo-!!

125 unopened texts from: Mina-San domoo-!!

23 missed calls from: Kamiii ⚡️

45 unopened texts from: Kamiii ⚡️

12 unopened texts from: Iida Tenya.

5 unopened texts from: ura-chaaaan 💖

1 unopened text from: Bakugou

(Y/n) turned off his phone. He knew if he kept it on, Mina would keep spamming his phone with text messages.

It’s been about a few days since his whole freak out happened. He’d bolt out of class the second it was dismissed, and he kept himself either locked in his room, or out of the dorms as much as humanly possible. He wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet.

His phone buzzed again. He sighed, half expecting it to be another spam text from Mina. What he didn’t expect, was to see Bakugous contact photo on his screen, with the big green words “Incoming call-Bakugou” blaring at him so intimidatingly.

Something made him want to answer.

He pressed the phone to his ear.

“Oi.”

Bakugous gruff voice sent chills down the boys spine. His voice seemed to lock itself inside his throat, refusing to come out his mouth.

“Say something, dumbass.” Oh boy, was he trying. Everytime he opened his mouth, his throat closed up and refused to open again. Bakugou sighed harshly through the speaker.

“Stop being stupid and avoiding us-“ (Y/n) absentmindedly pressed the red “end” button. If Kaminari or Kirishima or whatever convinced Bakugou, to convince HIM to stop avoiding them, just because he ‘liked’ him, (and he totally did), he’d rather not hear it.

(Y/n) went to crumple up a piece of paper he was scribbling on, and drop it into the trash can, when it bounced on top and rolled away pathetically near his feet. His trash can was overflowing. Well, it was expected, since he was deliberately missing out on trash days just so he didn’t have to leave his dorm. (Y/n) swiped up the piece of paper, along with the trash bag lining the bin.

A few seconds outside couldn’t hurt. No one will see him. He’ll just...throw the bag in the dumpster, and slink back in before anyone knows he’s there.

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(Y/n) hauled the trash bag into the dumpster, throwing it from out over his shoulder. He dusted off his hands and wiped forming sweat off his brow. The trash was out, no one saw him, all he had to do was slip back in his room before anyone sees him.

He huffed and turned around, immediately being smacked by a spiky tuft of blond hair. All the color drained from (Y/n’s) face. Bakugou turned his head and spat onto the dirt, clicking his tongue in the process.

“Figured you’d be here.”

”...there’s no way you could’ve-“

“It takes about a couple days for a small trash can to fill up. And knowing you, shit-for-brains, would come and take it out when no one was really watching. 5 pm, when everyone’s getting ready for dinner. You really do have shit-for-brains, shittyass.”

Bakugou may seem like a meathead, but the times he showed he was observant and intelligent made his heart tie knots around itself. (Y/n) bit back a stutter and a blush.

“W...ell, how-how’d you know I was going to take it out today? A-and to this dumpster, instead of the one on the other side of the dorms?”

Bakugou scoffed loudly, stalking closer to him. (Y/n) gulped. “This ones closer to your dorm room, even I know that, loser.”

Bakugous voice dipped, suddenly becoming uncharacteristically quiet. “...and I’ve been coming here everyday at 5 pm...shittyass...”

Bakugou was really dedicated to his scheme, huh. Just so he could see him? (Y/n)? He should be the LAST person Bakugou would want to see. Especially with what Kaminari was blabbering about. Still...It made (Y/n) feel a bit special.

But knowing Bakugou, he was just probably here to tell him how disgusting he was. Maybe he’ll start calling him ‘dick-for-brains’ instead of ‘shit for brains’. Or just plain on ‘fag’.

“Oi-stop spacing out and fucking listen to me! And don’t you dare run away until you hear me the fuck out!”

Bakugous palms flashed white, generating small blasts and he pointed an agitated finger at (Y/n). He stepped back reflexively.

“Um...well...what did you want then?” (Y/n) awkwardly fumbled with his hands behind his back, trying to keep still as much as he could. He wanted to disappear.

“Is it true?”

(Y/n) looked up. Bakugou was staring dead on, with his hands shoved stiffly in his pockets and sporting the faintest blush on his face. It was so unnoticeable, you could blink and miss it. That, and the trademark scowl, you could hardly tell if his face was red because of anger or something else.

“What is?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, fuckass! Do you like me or not?!”

(Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Bakugou grunted and stepped closer. “Answer me!”

“S-so what if I do-?! You gonna call me a fag?!” (Y/n) was sweating bullets. He hoped Bakugou wouldn’t see how utterly nervous he was. Fake it til you make it. Though, he doesn’t know what he’d do once Bakugou goes flames blazin’ on his ass. He could all ready see his reaction-

Bakugou smirked. “Knew it.”

Knew it? (Y/n’s) nerves temporarily fizzled down, a wave of confusion washing over him. “...What?”

“God, do you need me to spell everything out for you? It was obvious. To me at least. Everyone was probably too fuckin’ dumb to notice.”

(Y/n) fell silent. He could speak if he wanted to, his throat wasn’t closing up, but he chose to keep silent. It’s not like he knew what to say, anyways. He was stunned into submission.

“-so I was right. Now, go out with me, Bitch.”

“Thanks. But I’ll pass.”

“I-“ Bakugou made a sputtering noise. (Y/n) wasn’t sure if he was caught off guard or sputtered out of sheer anger. “What?! Why the fuck not?!”

“Dude, how do I know you aren’t like, I dunno, being bribed by Kaminari or something to try and ‘prove that I’m bi’? Or that your just mocking me?”

“Idiot! Why the fuck would you think I’d listen to a dumbass like dunce face?! I fucking like you, you like me, I don’t see the problem here!”

(Y/n) knew he wasn’t lying. Bakugou was many things, a shithead, a piece of angry trash, but he wasn’t a liar. Still, he sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Dude, as much as I’d love to go out with you, there’s too much cons to it. I mean-first off, I don’t want people calling you a fag or anything because you’re with me...second, I’m...scared of how the class’ll take it, especially for someone like you-“

“Eh?! What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you fucki-“

(Y/n) pushed past him, accidentally brushing his shoulder in the process.

“...And third, even if I’m too scared how the class would react, I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win.”

He was gone before Bakugou could turn around.

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(Y/n) was late to class on purpose that day.

He didn’t want to risk it with Bakugou, Kaminari, anyone. He’s more afraid of the class than he is of getting scolded by Aizawa. And that was saying something.

So when he walked in the door, Bakugou gripping Kaminari’s tie and releasing small blasts in the air with his wound up hand, he didn’t know if he should replace ‘Getting Scolded By Aizawa’ with ‘Getting Murdered By Bakugou’ in his worries for today.

“Fucking idiot!” Bakugou growled, spit flying onto Kaminari’s face as he set off another blast. It was small enough not to cause damage to any desks or chairs around them, but it was close enough to Kaminari’s face to make him yelp. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Ow!” Kaminari half yelled-half whimpered. Bakugou’s hands heated up, glowing orange from under Kaminari’s chin. “Hey-HEY! Chill-!W-what did I even do?! OW!”

Bakugou slammed him against his desk by his blazer. “It’s your fuckin fault that shit-for-brains won’t go out with me!”

Another blast. This time, fired in the air but much bigger than before. Kaminari flinched. “Ah! S-shit-for...(L/n)?! How is it my fault?!”

“It’s your fault because you made him all scared and shit to go out with me! With your stupid prying ass! Now he won’t go out with me until I get you to apologize! So apologize so I can have a fuckin boyfriend! Go die!”

(Y/n) looked around the room. No one was trying to stop Bakugou from literally roasting Kaminari alive. Not even Iida. Everyone stood there, eyes locked on Kaminari or recording them while stifling snickers. (Y/n) walked up to Mina, who was recording and whispering commentary near the speaker.

“Uh...what’s happening? Why’s no one stopping Bakugou?”

Mine looked up. “Well-he kinda deserved it. I mean, he did act like a dick to you a few days ago. Bakugou’s just givin’ him a piece of his mind.” She fixed her angle on her phone, hunching down slightly in the process. “Also, glad to see you talking to us again, (L/n)~”

(Y/n) glances around the room once more. Everyone seemed to silently agree. Though, Iida looked like he was going to explode in his seat. Poor Iida. Poor Kaminari.

(Y/n) was brought out of his mind when Mina slowly panned her phone over to him. He was about to question her, when Kaminari was thrown carelessly at his feet. Bakugou kicked at Kaminari’s hunched figure, stepping on his back with his hands clenched in his pockets.

“Say it.”

Kaminari made a wheezing noise.

“FUCKIN’ SAY IT!”

“I-I’m sorry for outing you in-in front of our classmates...”

Bakugou dug his foot into Kaminari’s back. “LOUDER!”

“I’M SORRY-OW! FOR O-OUTING YOU IN FRONT OF OUR CLASSMATES-!”

Bakugou gave Kaminari a look saying to ‘keep going.’ Kaminari shot back with a face that said ‘dude. What you want me to say is fucking stupid.’

Bakugou snarled and fired another mini explosion into the air. Kaminari squeaked and looked up at (y/n), who had the most confused look on his face. Kaminari sighed.

“And...totally I don’t think that you and Bakugou are gonna get together...totally unexpected...”

Kaminari, even if he was about to be best to a pulp, couldn’t help the snicker from leaving his mouth. Bakugou, you dumb fuck. He was probably thinking back to the time (Y/n) said ‘I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win’. Even so, that was just dumb. Even for Bakugou.

Bakugou huffed contently, while Kaminari shakily pulled himself up. Bakugou thunked him on the head again. “There. Now you have no fuckin’ reason not to be my boyfriend. If you don’t I’ll kill you.”

(Y/n) hummed out of hesitation. “Ehhhh...but...”

“We allowed Bakugou to rough up Kaminari, which is a CLEAR violation of the rules, the least you could do is say yes, (y/n)-kun! Though I do believe Bakugou should be punished for his harsh actions.”

Iida jutted out from his seat, swinging his arm in the air. Everyone stayed silent for a second, until Tsuyu stepped forward. “I agree with Iida-Chan, kero. You two would look nice together.”

One by one, the class started saying how ‘cute’ they’d be together or that they didn’t care that (y/n) was Bi, much. It was different from when the class was clamoring around him, instead of all their voice blending together in one big ring, he could hear every single persons song of praise. He supposed it was alright. It wouldn’t hurt as much as he think it would.

(Y/n) sucked in a breath, and turned his head to Bakugou. He looked at (Y/n) almost expectantly.

“...fine....you win...you better take care of me, Bakugou.”

He turned his head and scoffed. “Idiot. I was gonna do that regardless.”

Mina started clapping and wolf whistling. Eventually, everyone started to clap and ‘aww’ed, before quickly rushing to their seats once they heard groggy footsteps approach the door.

A man with shaggy hair walked in. The class sat silent, staring at Aizawa. He sniffed and trailed his eyes around the room.

Setting his sleeping bag behind his podium, he pursed his lips. “Where is Kaminari?”

“W-whey...”

Kaminari was laying on the floor next to (y/n’s) seat, smiling dumbly with burn marks. He was pumping his fists with his thumbs sticking out. Everyone broke into a cold sweat.

“Would anyone like to tell me why Kaminari is out of his seat?”

Oh fuck.

Bakugou got 3 days house arrest.

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Jdjdjejejc this was real fun to write HAHAHAHA I’m lowkey proud of it

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[mochis-interlude]

nightly comfort || fushiguro megumi

this is the result of my megumi brainrot. if you have any requests, feel free to drop them ✨

↠ pairing: megumi x gn! reader

↠ genre: fluff

↠ warnings: none

↠ words: 631

↠ summary: He would like to believe that your innocent request of holding hands was just a bit more than seeking the comforting touch of another person.

Open bags of chips, cans of soda and a discarded round of uno lay on the surface of Yuuji's coffee table; remnants of a sleepover well-spent. The dorm was almost silent, safe for the soft snores escaping Yuuji and Nobara's occasional shuffling around. 

It had become a tradition to spend one day of the week together, playing games, telling stories of the time before everyone joined Jujutsu Tech and falling asleep together in the dead of night. 

The time spent with Yuuji, Nobara and Megumi was precious and certainly your favorite part of life. But no matter how lovely a day was, a nightmare would often pay you an unpleasant visit. 

Nightmares which Megumi had grown used to. He couldn't remember when exactly it happened, but at some point, you had knocked on his door, asking if you could sleep on his couch since you were scared of sleeping alone. 

Ever since then, you'd always seek comfort in Megumi's dorm, talking to him until you were out like a light once more. 

A strangled gasp and quick breathing woke Megumi from his peaceful slumber, his deep blue eyes slowly fluttered open. "Are you alright, [Name]?" He turned around to face your sweaty self, eyes wide in slight panic and fingers grasping your sheets. 

A frown made its way on his face; you looked better when you were grinning from ear to ear, having fun playing Just Dance with Nobara or laughing at a joke someone spilled. 

Even in the dark, you could find Megumi's eyes with ease and gained the clarity that this was reality. The one where you accused Yuuji of cheating during Uno and Nobara squished your cheeks together for whatever reason. 

The one reality where Megumi anchored you back to Earth. 

"Just a bad dream," you whispered into the dark and let your head fall back into the fluff of your pillow with a dull thud. The corners of your lips struggled to tug themselves upwards, the smile strained.

"That..doesn't answer my question." Megumi sighed, but didn't push for more. After all, no answer is also an answer, right? 

You gulped thickly once and you swore it echoed throughout the dorm. "May I..hold your hand though? Just until I fall asleep?" 

Heat rose to his cheeks and his heart began beating a tad bit faster. Megumi would like to believe that you only ever held his hand and only looked at him with those piercing eyes of yours. He would like to believe that your innocent request of holding hands was just a bit more than seeking the comforting touch of another person. 

"Huh? Well..sure." Megumi reached out his hand for you to hold and when you enveloped his calloused palm with your softer ones, he felt oddly warm. Yuuji would definitely call him a simp for this, but if Megumi were to describe your touch, he'd compare it to the sun. 

Bright, comforting and so, so warm. 

"Thank you," you mumbled and tightly held Megumi's hand in your own. With your heart in your throat, it was hard to speak louder or find the correct words, so your mere touch had to do the talking. 

And it seemed to work as Megumi squeezed your hand reassuringly, though it was a hesitant squeeze. 

"Good Night, [Name]."

"Night, Megumi."

Bonus: When the sun peeked through the curtains of Yuuji's dorm, Nobara was the first one to wake up and rub at her tired eyes. A yawn and a good stretch later, her gaze fell upon Megumi who, dare she say, protectively held you in his arms with your face buried in his chest. 

Nobara clicked her tongue and pinched the bridge of her nose. 

"They don't even realize how in love they are with each other."

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