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slightlyunconventional · 2 months

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long overdue second dbhwks fic (2.8k)

SLAVED AWAY at this for days (i didnt. i could have done it in one but i procrastinated so much it’s unbelievable. but heres some food) quite happy w how it came out too if i do say so myself,, hope u enjoy!! 🫶

“Sorry I’m late.” Dabi. He’s picked the damn lock again.

“Oh my god, do you seriously not know how to knock?” Hawks calls back, practically skipping into the living room.

“Don’t wanna stand around outside your door like a creep, thanks,” deadpans the villain. Hawks rolls his eyes.

“You look like more of a creep picking the lock, but sure. Come here.”

He takes Dabi by the hand and leads him toward the couch. His fingers are warm, like usual. God, has Hawks missed that. Between hero work, villainy, and conflicting schedules they’d barely had time to see each other and, man, was it miserable. It takes everything in him not to bowl Dabi over with an absolutely suffocating embrace - it’d probably kill the man.

Dabi raises his eyebrows. “You cleaned?”

Hawks had expected Dabi to notice, but not point it out, so he’s a little caught off guard by the halfway-question. “Oh, yeah,” he says, a fraction sheepishly, “Is it too much?”

“Mm, no, looks good,” Dabi smirks, “Makes a nice change from all the crap you’ve usually got lying around.” Hawks hits him playfully and he laughs, clear and smooth, not at all like the peals brimming with malice he’d usually hear from Dabi.

“Uuugh, I hate you, leave me alone,” he complains. When Dabi’s eyebrows raise again, Hawks pulls a face and adds, “I’m a busy man! I don’t have time to clean!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m flattered.”

He sits Dabi down on the couch, maybe a little too eagerly, and comes down to straddle the taller man’s lap.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, before pressing his lips to Dabi’s with an urgency that only comes from being deprived of seeing one’s lover for far too long. Dabi loosens underneath Hawks and they quickly fall into a long practised pattern, all pretences dropped for this moment of touch-starved tenderness. Nothing exists outside of this room, everything is so warm, and Hawks melts even more when he feels Dabi smile against his lips.

“Seems like someone missed me,” murmurs the villain, voice sleek and low. The response is simply a hand laced through the dyed-black hair at the back of Dabi’s head, taking hold of him and pulling him closer with nothing short of absolute need. In turn, Dabi’s hands find the small of Hawks’ back, and heat begins to pool in his stomach as they slowly threaten to sneak closer to the bases of his wings. And his lips are warm, so warm, and he always seems to know exactly what to do with them to make Hawks collapse like putty in his hands. For a crazed villain who incinerates shit for fun, Dabi’s a fucking good kisser.

…And a tease, apparently! Hawks knows that Dabi knows how badly he wants this, and how long he’s been waiting - yet he still seems to be taking his sweet time. He can feel the villain absently tracing circles into his back, with the same pace as his mouth is working against Hawks’. The little shit. He knows exactly what he’s doing; well, two can play at that game. Hawks takes it as a challenge, takes Dabi’s scarred face between his hands, and takes control. He presses closer, kissing the man with some previously unseen vigour, practically forcing him to match the increased pace. A little wave of triumph passes through Hawks as he hears Dabi’s breath catch in the back of his throat, nearly silent, but they’re close enough that nothing can really go unheard. Feeling like he’s succeeded, Hawks goes to indulge further, perhaps elicit some more reactions like that, when he feels Dabi’s hand leave his back. Before he can register it properly, the hand is upon his chest, pushing with some insistence. Hawks pulls away, panicked.

“Oh, shit, fuck, sorry, was that too much?”

The arm Dabi has outstretched towards Hawks’ chest slackens slightly, as do his facial features. He doesn’t reply, but rather his lips part and his eyes glaze over, forming an expression so laced with vulnerability that Hawks is almost taken aback - though, he can’t dwell on the display for long, as he’s quickly instead watching Dabi bring his other hand, curled tightly into a fist, up to his own face and press it most firmly to the underside of his nose. His chest rises once with an inhale not unlike before, only this time a little louder and deeper, and he ducks forward slightly with two slightly-awkwardly stifled sneezes.

“hhahh-! ..hh’nGXT! kxNTsh! Ugh, fuck.”

“Oh!” Hawks says, a little surprised, “Bless you.” A part of him wants to chide the villain for holding it in like that, but he refrains, knowing full well he himself would stifle exactly the same.

Dabi hums in lieu of a thanks, and Hawks returns his hand to his boyfriend’s face and leans back in.

“Can I go back to kissing you now?” he murmurs.

Dabi rolls his eyes but drapes his arms lazily over Hawks’ shoulders, an invitation, yes, you can go back to kissing me now. Their lips interlock once again, picking up where they left off, with Hawks feeling absolutely on top of the world from the fact that he’s doing the work here, he’s the one kissing Dabi, not the other way around. He’s never been opposed to Dabi taking control, in fact he loves being ravaged by the man, but sue him, sometimes it feels good to be the one doing the ravaging. However, his elation at this seems to be poorly concealed, or perhaps Dabi just wants to knock him down a peg, because Hawks feels teeth closing on his bottom lip. Not so hard that it hurts, but just enough to tease an audible gasp from him as he tenses up on Dabi’s lap. He’s fairly certain he’s never needed someone all over him so badly until this point. Clearly it shows, too, since Dabi insists on being such a menace and playing the long game with him. Well, Hawks decides that’s not going to fly; he presses in closer, almost entirely closing the gap between them and slides his other hand behind Dabi’s head, not-so-subtly tugging him closer and kissing him harder, once more regaining the upper hand. He takes to gently thumbing back and forth against the base of Dabi’s neck, to which the man lets out, involuntarily, a little noise of satisfaction, finally accepting submission. Hawks is almost tempted to bite Dabi back, but maybe that’d be pushing his luck. Besides, this side of Dabi - soft, pliant, accepting - is one he rarely sees, and he’s kind of into it. It’s a good look on the villain.

Before long, however, their rhythm is broken once again. One of the arms laying around Hawks’ neck begins to move, and the hand meets his shoulder. Hawks has a sneaking feeling he knows what’s coming (for the second time), as Dabi’s hand pushes against his shoulder - slowly, though, as if he’s really trying to prolong the inevitable. It really doesn’t seem like he wants to pull away, so Hawks does it for him, gently separates their faces, strangely endeared by Dabi’s reluctance - and it seems he did so at exactly the right moment. Being so close to him, Hawks can easily see the way his face immediately crumples, eyes flickering shut and lips parting with an inhale that sounded as though it had been waiting to be drawn for… a while. In a split second, he’s tugging the sleeve of his hoodie over his hand with some urgency, and Hawks catches the flare of his nostrils right before he pinches his nose, clamping the thick black fabric over the bottom half of his face. There’s hardly six inches between the two of them, so Dabi twists awkwardly to the side with a set of cruelly stifled sneezes.

“hh’GKTtch! ‘KXXSHh! Ugh, god– h-hahH’KGXt’sh!”

They sound harsher this time around, harder to stifle, probably.

“Bless,” says Hawks, “You okay?”

“Mm… yeah, just something really… stings,” Dabi replies. He’s knuckling the side of his nose with some force.

“You’re, uh, not getting sick are you?” Hawks asks, unable to conceal the tinge of nervousness that seeps into his tone. As much as he loves the man, he’s got some long days on patrol coming up soon, and a cold from Dabi would severely compromise him.

Dabi raises an eyebrow. “I’m not that much of an asshole, Kei.”

“Right-! Yeah, no, of course not. Sorry, I didn’t really think there.” Hawks grimaces internally at himself, and Dabi shakes his head.

“Ugh, Jesus, hold on–” He turns away again, breath wavering, “hehh’nGXKt!” A shaky exhale escapes from him as he releases his nose.

“So, what’s got you all worked up, then?” asks Hawks, teasing.

Dabi half-sighs, half-groans, and replies, “Don’t know, but I wish it would fucking stop.” As if for emphasis, the sentence is punctuated with an irritated-sounding sniffle.

“Well, it probably would if you stopped stifling like that,” Hawks says pointedly. That earns him a hazy blue-eyed glare… that doesn’t last long, since Dabi’s squinting again, and his mouth curls up into the beginnings of something akin to a snarl. Hawks smirks as he ducks into the crook of his sweater-clad elbow to muffle yet another sneeze.

“hehH’DSHHh’uh! What the fuck?”

At least he didn’t stifle it.

Hawks hums. “Bless you.” He sends a feather to retrieve a box of tissues, then decides the villain probably also needs some space, so he manoeuvres himself gracelessly off Dabi’s lap to sit beside him on the couch.

“Very elegant,” Dabi remarks.

“Ugh, shut up,” he replies, elbowing Dabi in the ribs. The laugh this elicits almost straight away rises into a staggered gasp, that itself turns into a pair of hastily covered sneezes.

“hhahH’KXXTshuh! hh’huuhh’DZSHHhue!”

“Jeez, bless you.”

Dabi sniffles thickly. “Yeah.”

Hawks’ feather zips back into the room and drops a box of tissues into Dabi’s lap - the thicker, softer ones that the hero always insists on buying despite them being double the price of regular ones.

“Sounds like they’re getting stronger,” Hawks observes, a note of concern in his tone, but then adds, more teasingly, “Not allergic to me, are you?”

Dabi scoffs and tugs a couple of tissues from the box. “I wish,” he says, scrubbing at his nose. “Then I’d actually have an excuse to avoid your annoying ass.”

“Wow, okay, that was so uncalled for. Just say you hate me at that point.”

It’s Dabi’s turn to elbow Hawks back. He probably deserves it.

“Ow, bitch,” he says in mock offence.

“You’re the bitch,” comes the reply, from behind a handful of tissues (which are then promptly screwed up and tossed, flying in a neat arc, straight into the trash on the other side of the room).

“Whatever, bitch. Are you done sneezing yet? This couch isn’t as comfy as your thighs-”

“Ugh, shut up, you are so weird,” Dabi interjects in fond disgust.

“Oh my god, what if you’re allergic to my apartment being clean? Then I never have to clean ever again, hah!”

Dabi gives him a look. “You say that as a joke, but honestly, you migh-might be right…hh.. hehH’KXNTtsh’uh!”

Dabi’s expression falls midway through his sentence, brows drawing together and eyes narrowing as he gives into another sneeze, hastily half-stifled against the back of his hand.

“Seriously,” Hawks deadpans, eyebrows raised. That’s new, he thinks.

“Well, unless you’ve suddenly acquired a pet cat - which I doubt - then yeah, seriously,” says the villain flatly, though with a note of congestion starting to creep into his voice. “Last I checked, your place didn’t reek of fuckin’ –all of spring and then some.”

Hawks suddenly remembers the air freshener he’d used–the only one he had, some floral one found right at the back of a cupboard, unused for entirely too long. He hadn’t had a clue what clean apartments were supposed to smell of, so he’d sort of just… went ham with it. Definitely a mistake.

“Don’t slander my choice in scents,” he teases, “Are you sure it’s… that?”

“Nothing else changed ‘round here, has it?” Dabi pauses to give his nose a brief rub. “I’m here practically every week and I’ve been fine, so, you tell me.”

Hawks will never not poke the bear when he’s got the opportunity, so he says, “So this does mean I never have to clean the place ever again, right?”

Dabi’s mouth falls open as he feigns offence. He says, dramatically, “Wow. That’s all you have to say? When I could literally die right now in front of you? I’m.. hah- I’m-”

Hawks snickers. “Bless you,” he sing-songs prematurely, utterly pleased with himself. It’s almost cute, the attempted glare Dabi gives him through his glazed over expression. Nobody can look menacing in the slightest when they’re trying not to sneeze (and that’s a fact!).

“Sh-shut uhhhp..” replies Dabi, his voice quavering. He lifts a hand slowly, bringing it to hover weakly before his face. His breathing is unsteady and his eyes half-lidded, and the crease between his dark brows deepens.

“Okay, point proven, idiot,” Hawks says with a laugh, “Just sneeze, this is torture even for me.”

The hazy glare returns, and Hawks clocks it.

“Oh!” he laughs, giving Dabi a slightly bewildered smile. “Oh my god, I jinxed it. You deserve that ‘cause you’re mean to me.”

“I hahh-hate you-” Dabi responds breathily. He rubs at the side of his nose with two knuckles, pressing decently harder than is probably necessary. The bridge crinkles in irritation when the rubbing clearly has no effect. “Jesus, it won’t go away.”

“Mm, what a shame.”

There goes a third bleary glare from the villain. “I’d like to remind you wh-whose fault thhihhs.. was in the first place,” he says. Any malice intended to be behind his utterance is immediately negated by his breath catching and wavering through the words. Though, at a point, Hawks begins to feel a little… voyeuristic just watching Dabi struggle. Sure, he’s his boyfriend and all, and yeah, he’s definitely seen worse, but it’s easy to tell Dabi’s getting a little self-conscious about this… spectacle. He’s never been a fan of having things out of his control, especially not displays of vulnerability like this, and Hawks knows this, so why prolong it?

“Well, I guess there’s only one thing for it,” he says, taking matters into his own hands.

“Fuck off- what–” Dabi gets out, as Hawks takes his face between his hands and begins to press kisses softly down the bridge of his nose. Hawks doesn’t let him twist away from it, trying not to laugh to himself about how dumb this probably looks. At least one of them is having fun. He considers pulling away with a “Gonna sneeze yet?”, but refrains - he’d probably end up on fire. He does, however, pause for a moment when he reaches Dabi’s trio of silver nose studs, hovering. There’ve been feathery, wavering breaths coming from his boyfriend consistently but, nothing has come to fruition, so Hawks decides–those piercings have always been sensitive, a fact he’d discovered about Dabi rather early on (and maybe, possibly sometimes used to be a menace). He plants a final, delicate kiss right upon where the three studs lie, and finally lets Dabi pull away.

“Oh, oh, fuck– s-screw you–hh’ehH’IIDTSSHh’uh! ‘kXXTS’SHhue! …Christ, you’re such an ass.” The pair of sneezes that result are harsh to say the very least. And even after all that, he still tries stifling the second– unsurprising, but at that point is it even worth it?

“Sorry! I had to!” Hawks says, really trying to look like he isn’t laughing. It doesn’t work.

“You absolutely did not have to,” corrects Dabi.

“Okaaay, okay, sorry. It was funny though.”

“Yeah, for you, maybe,” Dabi mutters, shaking his head, “Oh, fuck’s sake, hold on–”

“I’ll wait till you’re done to say bless you, this time,” says Hawks with a fond snicker.

“Good plah-an–! hhuh’hHDSHH’SHuh! …Ugh, fuck.”

“Bless,” Hawks replies. He averts his eyes, a little sheepishly. Dabi pulls a face.

He asks, “What the fuck’s with the guilty face?” to which Hawks throws his head back with a groan and slides his hands across his face.

“I just wanted to do something nice,” he says, “You know, clean the place up a bit. Since it’s always kind of a massive mess.”

“Jesus, Kei, I don’t care about that,” says Dabi, breathing a laugh. “It’s you I’m here for, not your fuckin’ apartment. I can kiss you whether or not there’s crap on every surface.”

Hawks isn’t used to Dabi outright saying nice things, so his cheeks flush slightly hearing this. He’s unsure what to say. Thankfully, Dabi speaks again.

“Okay. Where didn’t you spray that shit?”

Hawks scoffs. “I sort of went crazy with it, uh… my bedroom? If that works?”

“Very forward,” Dabi replies, raising his eyebrows. “Almost like you wanted me in there.”

Hawks jabs him in the ribs but still smirks. “Yeah, maybe I did.”

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constable-rohza · 22 days

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smh homophobic that I'm at my grandparents for seder instead of being on my bed watching tv and texting my girlfriend..........

#im so booooored #at least its dinner soon

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britneyshakespeare · 1 month

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Sometimes at work I get so bored I wanna hit my head against the desk. Or just scream out for no reason just to cause some excitement

#not the worst of my intrusive thoughts that's for sure #but im so booooored GET ME OUT OF HEEEEERE #less than half an hour left is still too much #tales from diana #can you imagine if your substitute teacher just yelped something out for no reason #i can! not that im going to #im just. god. so understimulated #it's always like this at the end of the day at the high school #i have less time left than i sometimes spend watching youtube videos on my phone before getting outta bed in the morning #but its like i can't endure it. so torturous

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kr1g · 2 months

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Spending my last 140kr on a lot of crackers and apple sauce and bananas because I'm once again very very tummy sick

#uuuuuugghhh #im so booooored i dont wanna lay in bed eating crackers anymore its been 2 whole days

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mangocitrusart · 2 years

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so the official ship name of amber x oksana can be BubbaNanaface now? /j

#taz ethersea #im calling them that from now on bubbanana is so cute #and its so much better than KodAmber or AmberDira boooooring #bubbanana #>:3 #amber/kodira #amber/oksana

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databent · 9 months

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(guy who hasnt seen his friends in 3 hours voice) i miss my friendssssssss

#.pdf #kd #ITS SO BORING SITTING HERE ALONE... WAHHHH...#funny thing is i will be seeing them again in less than eight hours. i just am like so clingy and have nothing to do rn #sending psychic waves in my friends general direction btw so he will wake up and say i can come over earlier. pls... im booooored

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chieana · 1 year

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😘

#writing #poll #fanfiction #fanfic #fiction #mcr #fob #ls dunes #thursday #gabe saporta as its own fandom #gabe saporta #I hate that y'all accidentally loved two of my frerard ones #hahaha #frerard so boooooring

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procrastinatingattorney · 7 months

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thinking about how badly written the villains in f/e are like god damn

#'dang its weird that barely any of them are in the mobile game' thats because theyre so boooooring #even the potentially interesting relationships they have with other characters are always wasted lol #rantings rambles

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the-acid-pear · 2 years

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ofc the dudebros would circlejerk it to a movie where women get assaulted, and then say "you're just too soft for this movie". no doug, i'm not a sociopath who thrives on the suffering of women and minorities

^^^^

#luly talks #asks #ashley-slashley #i honestly hate so much that there's such a big market for those like #BECAUSE ITS ALWAYS ABOUT WOMEN SUFFERING TOO #i watch SpookyRice sometimes and man a lot of the Most Shocking and Horrifying™ movies are just. women getting tortured #like its so boooooring man its so tiring frrr #we need more movies like hostel which at least snuffed up the boys too 🙄 /hj

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undreaming-fanfiction · 1 year

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Steve is pretty good at dealing with pain. Burns, scrapes, bites, bruises, he will just grit his teeth and get through it. It's almost like the more it hurts, the less he has to think about everything. But when he starts losing his hearing, there's no pain, nothing to shield him from his thoughts.

He's terrified. He already feels isolated, singled out in their small group, and of course he's concerned about not being able to respond, to live his life as he knew it, but what eventually breaks him is the smallest thing, the most insignificant, mundane thing.

He and Robin are sorting books in the Family Video and they have this unspoken ritual - whenever there is a theme song in the movie they're watching, Robin will hum it for the rest of the day, with exaggerated movements, directing the orchestra and everything. And Steve watches her one day and realizes - he will lose this. He will never hear Robin's voice again, her slightly husky and over the top renditions of whatever unlucky movie happens to play. He can't help it, his breathing becomes heavy and shaky and before he knows it, Robin is embracing him and he's trying to explain how scared he is, how he feels like his life is basically over, how he'll miss her silliness and they won't be able to talk on the phone when she leaves for college, he can't ever hear her hum anymore...

After an emotional evening and a pizza night with their favorite sitcom - with subtitles! - on, they go to work again, but Robin excuses herself for a bit, runs into the nearby store. When she comes back, she has a large sketchbook in her hand and a black marker. She starts scribbling along to the very faded melody that Steve is registering from the TV and when she hands her final work to him, he laughs and maybe cries a little. Maybe more than little.

What Robin drew for him looks like a mountain range. She created an axis for time and an axis for the "MUSICAL DRRRRAMA", indicating how intense the music is in each moment. And all of the intensity is annotated, not a single soud described, but rather how Steve and Robin still see their world, in all its silliness. "This part is mega sharp, reminds me of wanting to stab Tommy Hagan with a knitting needle", it says next to one peak. "Remember that really soggy and stale cookie we ate at your place because we were hungry? That's what it feels like" and "it's sooooo looooong and boooooring it's like Mrs. Click's class" and "the violin here is crispy. SPICY. Like the Chinese food we had last Thursday, it kind of never wants to stop burning".

It's then that Steve knows that he will be okay. There won't be phone calls, but there will be letters, so many letters with silly descriptions and drawings, nagging to practice his ASL and visits to check if he really did his homework. Robin will be better than him at it, of course she will, but even when they'll both be able to sign fluently, she will still hand him a new melody scribble now and then.

On Steve's first birthday without sound, she gives him a huge binder labelled "For my only schmuck: Steve's album". In it are tens of scribbles, all of the melodies they hummed together in the Family Video with fresh descriptions and inside jokes. And when she stands in front of all their friends, hands raised up like a conductor and under her guidance, the whole group signs "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STEVE", he realizes that sounds might have been overrated, because there were no words to describe this kind of love.

#steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #platonic stobin #hoh steve harrington #stobin drabble #stranger things drabble #stranger things

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poorlittleyaoyao · 1 year

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Similarily CQL takes some of JGY's attention from LXC to Jin Ling in the temple. That "he wouldn't even let me hold you" line isn't in the book because its show only, but also because he's mostly talking to Xichen in the book, whereas in the show he's also trying to explain himself to Jin Ling. I love xiyao but I'm entirely on board with this change, it's not ALL about you er-ge!! Xiao-shushu rights!(This is part of why despite its flaws I defend cql with my life)

That line is one of the few moments from the temple that consistently has me like 😭 and it’s suchhhh a good addition. We see it happen in real time, so we know it for sure happened, and it stuck with JGY so acutely that he’s listing it right alongside the stairs and the disrespect of MS and the fucked-up marriage situation as a reason JGS was the worst. It makes it all the more painful when JGY nonetheless takes Jin Ling hostage a moment later. JGY never caring about his nephew at all? Boooooring. JGY caring deeply but nonetheless choosing his own self-preservation when the chips are down? Now that’s the good shit.

And Jin Ling’s response to it all! He looks so distressed when he hears that Xiao-shushu wasn’t allowed to hold him! And even after JGY harms him (and, in CQL canon, after learning that JGY arranged his JZX’s murder), Jin Ling still yells for him to watch out once Baxia/Corpsejue shows up, thereby drawing their attention and endangering himself! And then his “fuck you!! I’ll grieve if I want!!” bit in the novel... I just! He is such a good boy and he loves both his uncles even when that’s hard to do. 🥺

#now. I will say. the includion of ‘he wouldn’t let me hold you’ + the emphasis on JL’s reactions in CQL #does make the utter LACK of reaction to Qin Su’s death all the more apparent

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male-reader-haven · 1 year

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Christmas Week day 5 (lmao or happy new year)

Jimin is Y/N's long distance boyfriend, whom Y/N is flying to see and spend the holidays with. Jimin, however, is getting bored waiting for him to arrive...

A bit rushed since my chromebook is slowly dying and keeps giving me the "chrome OS failed" screen, but I am getting it done! :)

Tags: Park Jimin x male reader, suggestive/smut

Warnings: 18+, sexting, talk of punishment and arousal in public

You tap your feet to the rhythm from your airpods, sitting patiently at your gate and waiting to board your plane. Its four days until Christmas, and you are headed to South Korea to spend the holiday with your boyfriend, Park Jimin. Long distance is hard, but you text each other every day, video calling every night and often fall asleep while on call. You are a part of each other's everyday routine. It feels a bit surreal to think that you will be able to hold Jimin in your arms in person, feel his warmth in real time, in only a few hours. You open your messages.

Me: I'm about to board, i'll text you when I land!

🍑Mochi🍑: Yay! I can't wait to see you. I missed you so much

Me: I missed you too baby, just give me a few hours and you'll be in my arms

🍑Mochi🍑: I can't wait that long, i'm booooored :(

Me: I will be bored too lmao, just sitting in this plane. You can be patient for me, can't you?

🍑Mochi🍑: Actually, I have something for you! Here; [he inserts an audio file under the name 'Boredom Buster']

🍑Mochi🍑: Download this now so you can listen on the plane

Me: Lol what is this

🍑Mochi🍑: You'll see. Only listen on the plane though, no cheating!!!

🍑Mochi🍑: Pleaaaaaaaase?

Me: Okay okay lmao, I will.

Me: They just called me to board, turning on airplane mode now. I'll see you soon baby <3

🍑Mochi🍑: Love you Y/N <3

You switch your phone to airplane mode and board the plane, stowing your luggage and taking your seat. Surprisingly, even though it's close to the holidays, the plane is not crowded and you are able to have a seat with no people sitting directly next to you. You sit next to the window and get comfortable while you watch the plane slowly lift off the ground.

About an hour into the flight you wake up from your comfortable nap (or as comfortable a nap on a plane can be) to a man coughing somewhere on the plane rather loudly. You sigh and stretch out your arms and grab your phone. You connect your airpods. As you scroll through your open apps you come across your texts with Jimin and are reminded of his file. Curious and a bit bored, you decide to open the file in a new tab. It's just an audio file, so you put your phone down in your lap and press play.

"Hey baby!!"

You smile immediately as you hear the familiar voice of Jimin hit your ears. His voice never fails to make you happy. You can tell he was smiling because of how light his voice sounded. Hearing his voice only piques your excitement to hear it in person.

My baby. My angel boy.

"So if you're listening to this, that means you are on a plane to see me right now, unless you cheated. And if that's the case then hey!!! Quit it, okay? Only listen when you are on your way."

You sigh and chuckle. He really is adorable.

"Alright, so now that you're listening, I just have a few things I wanted to say to you before we see each other again. I know long distance is hard, but I love you and our love is strong, no matter the distance."

There is a pause in the recording with a soft sigh.

"But that's not why I'm recording this." There is a slight rustle of fabric and you assume that he is adjusting his position on his bed. "I am recording this because as much as I love you, I love teasing you just a tab bit more. And so uh..." After a short pause his voice gets closer to his mic in a whisper. "I'm not wearing anything right now."

You feel a twinge in your stomach as Jimin's soft yet mischevious giggles ring in your airpods. Exactly what is he playing at?...

"I just want you to think about what I look like right now. Me, who you will be seeing in a few hours, on my bed, which will have you in it in a few more hours. Hmm just thinking about you is making me feel things..."

The little bastard.

You contemplate stopping the recording and not playing his game, but as ashamed you may feel listening while so close to so many other people on the plane, you want to listen.

"Y/N... I'm going to touch myself for you... And you have to listen, okay? I know you're on a plane and can't touch yourself right now... But that's what makes it so much more fun."

Jimin giggles again. You take back what you thought earlier. He isn't your angel boy. Park Jimin is a little demon. You continue listening, unable to stop due to your perverted curiosity.

"Baby..." He whines into the mic. "Just thinking of what you will do to me later... I'm so hard already..." You hear a high pitched sigh and the sound of a cap being opened. "I wish I could see your face right now, how desperate you must be to see this, how badly you want to devour me yourself." There is the sound of his hands rubbing together what you assume to be either lotion or lube, and Jimin sucks in ba breath. "Ah, it's a bit cold." He giggles again.

You feel warm at your core and can sense yourself getting aroused. You adjust yourself in your chair and cough slightly to help and hopefully make it not obvious.

"Y/N, you make me feel so amazing, ever since you left I missed your touch, how you make my body do your bidding... It's like my body is calling for you, and no matter how much I touch myself I can't be truly satisfied..." He moans, slow and breathy. "Aaah, can you hear it? The sounds it makes are so lewd... I bet you can. I bet you love hearing me touch myself for you." His voice is trembling slightly, and you can tell he is working himself up pretty hard. The sound of his hand squelching slightly as he jacks himself off set off all of your primal instincts. He is right; you love it, and you want so badly to see and devour him.

"Hngh! Babyyy, I want you so bad..." His voice cracks and you hear him speed up. "God Y/N, you set my body on fire, I want your cock so bad, want you to make me come so bad babyyyyyy, aah!"

You glance down at your lap.

Fuck.

Your erection is definitely noticeable. No way you can get up and go to the bathroom now, everyone in the aisle would see and know why. You grit your teeth as you realize you are going to have to sit out your boner for the whole flight.

"Hnngh, Y/N hyung, I loove thinking about what you're going to do to me when you get here, uahhh, fuck, I want you to ruin me, ruin me please, pleaasee oh fuck- hngh!" You sigh, hoping your face isn't too flushed as you listen to Jimin orgasm. His voice cries out and he holds nothing back, showing your ears no mercy.

"Y/N..." Jimin gasps, regaining his breath. "I love you so much. You just have to get here as quick as you can, I don't know how much longer I can take it." He swallows and gets closer to the mic. "I'm all prepped and ready for you, so please, come punish me for being naughty and making you suffer. I'm sorry but also at the same time..." He giggles evilly. "I'm really not." The recording ends.

Park Jimin, you have no idea how much trouble you are in.

You take off your jacket and hold it in your lap to hide your raging boner as you begrudgingly sit and wait for the remaining hour you have in the air.

---------At the airport...---------

You drag your luggage behind you as you step off the platform. You stretch, glad to finally be on the ground and happy to be back home. You make your way to the entrance where you are supposed to meet Jimin. Sure enough, in the crowd of people greeting each other, you see a slim yet elegant figure wearing silver earrings, a white button-up and black trousers and his signature heeled dress shoes waiting for you, grinning.

"Y/N! You finally made it!" He runs to you like from a classic romance movie and you catch him in your arms. "I missed you so much."

You hold him close to you and you embrace him in a kiss. God, it feels so good to kiss him after so long.

"I missed you too baby. I'm so glad to be home." You caress the back of his neck while your other hand holds his back as you hug each other.

"Let's get going! We have so much catching up to do and- aAH-" Jimin yelps in surprise as your hand moves from his neck to gently yet with force grab his hair and your other hand presses his pelvis close to you.

"You turn around and get your sexy ass to the car this instant, baby boy. Let's see if you can actually handle that punishment you wanted so badly..." You whisper through your teeth into his ear. Jimin moans quietly, practically melting for you.

"Yes sir." He smiles.

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kingofthe-egirls · 10 months

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Hello, its my first time requesting something so could I get some friendship Headcanons with the monster with a gn reader who can channel the powers of yokai?

STAR BALL: KITSUNE!LUFFY x Y/N

So I took a completely different approach with this, but I hope you like it! Also I used a lot of imagery from this fandom wiki article!

(cw: fight scene, slight violence, kitsune!luffy, fluff, food)

(a/n: i have no idea about japanese mythology, so all of this has been based off my cursory internet searches! i'm more familiar with faerie lore tbh)

Songs: "Starsick" by Maude Latour

words:

"I'm booooored," your yōkai spirit friend sighs out, hopping up your back to drape himself dramatically across your shoulders. You nuzzle into his soft fur, letting his scarlet tails flick around you angrily.

"Well, I'm sorry, but we're not there yet, Luffy," you scratch the kitsune behind his ears. He's in fox form, having shapeshifted back to ride on your shoulders instead of walk. He paws at the diamond dangling from your earlobe. The scarlet fur scratches against your chin. You wave him away, "Stop it."

He groans. His little red paws start playing with your loose hair, instead. "Luffy!" You chide, and he groans again in agony, sliding off your shoulders to melt into his human form again.

Luffy is a kitsune, having gained a tail for each hundred years he's been alive: Luffy has eight. They say the wisest kitsunes have nine.

He stalks in front of you, hands in his pockets as he walks backwards. The dirt path is littered with rocks and stones, but he deftly avoids stepping on any tripping hazards. Stupid spirit magic.

"When are we getting there?" He asks again, whiny. You roll your eyes.

"Another three miles, Luffy. Keep walking."

"Uggghhhhh," he drags his feet, turning back around to face forward. His foxy grin catches you off-guard, and you stumble. Luffy snickers, surely aware of your stupid mortal crush on this spirit fox.

"We have to walk," you point out, catching up to him on the dirt path, "Because someone broke our only other means of transportation."

"Stupid rowboat," Luffy mutters, kicking a stone. Two of his tails flicker into existence, shortchanging his disguise from agitation.

"Stupid Luffy," you counter, flicking him in the forehead. He whines, frowning at you as he rubs the now slightly red spot. You sniff. "Besides, it should be good for you to stretch your legs. You've been fox-form for a while now, huh?"

Luffy nods, stepping in place beside you. He stares at the sky, sparkly eyes tracking clouds as they race across the sky. "Gonna rain soon," he says, ominously.

"How can ya tell?"

Luffy shrugs. "Dunno. Just can," he sharply glances behind you, and something aggressive flashes in his eyes. "Get behind me," he whispers, and you do. Your hand goes to the knife at your belt, but Luffy's already balled his hands into fists.

"Hey, asshole!" Your spirit guide calls, staring at the bushes along the side of the road. Something rustles from within them. You gasp slightly, stepping back. Your heel snaps a twig.

Suddenly, a red-gold blur lashes out at Luffy, startling him slightly as he stumbles backward. You give him room, now fully drawing your knife. Luffy curses, ripping at the thing that's now clawing at his face.

You surge forward, stabbing at the thing as it scrabbles around your friend's head, suffocating him. The thing cries, yelping in pain as it hops away from Luffy's now-scratched up face. Anger burns in his dark eyes. He stalks forward, holding up his fists.

"Bad foxy," he accuses, spitting on the ground. The thing, which you now see is another kitsune, hisses at him.

"What the fuck," you breathe, shuffling behind Luffy a bit more. He crouches down, staring at the fox as it hisses and spits into the ground. He tilts his head.

"Oh!" He apologizes, suddenly softer and more earnest. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize! Who stole it?"

"Stole what?"

Luffy shakes his head. "His star ball," Luffy explains, as if that made any sense to you.

"Star ball?"

"Life force ball," he turns back to the kitsune, who only has one tail. "You're pretty young, huh?" He asks, holding out his hand.

The kitsune growls, but doesn't attack. Doesn't run away, either. You frown. "Does he need our help?"

Luffy grins.

"Of course."

****

The fox's name is Ember.

"Hi Ember," you say, sliding a tangerine slice his way. The kitsune yaps at you, but gobbles up the fruit without a second thought. You lean against the trunk of an oak tree, while Luffy translates the poor spirit's story. You grimace. "Sorry for stabbing you," you say, softly. The knife hadn't left more than a scratch, but you'd still offered to help patch it up. The fox had refused, but you hope the time spent together will let him change his mind. Luffy sits cross-legged in front of you, nodding seriously as the fox tilts his head back and forth, chewing on the squishy orange slice.

"So, a traveler stole it?" He repeats, flicking his eyes to you, "We're chasing a traveler right now, in fact. What did they look like?"

The fox flicks his ears in answer, and Luffy nods. "Sounds like the same guy. Long, sharp claws? Weird feet?"

The fox yaps, jumping up and down. He nods. "Y/N and I are gonna go kick his ass for ya, okay? We'll get your star ball back."

You slide another tangerine slice his way, but Luffy intercepts it. He chews the citrus loudly, with his mouth open. He tilts his own fox ears, now completely visible in his mortal form. They flick scarlet over fluffy black hair. You scan the length of Luffy's lithe form, bent forward as he starts playing with the younger kitsune.

"You're gonna have so many tails one day!" He's saying, giggling as he lets the kitsune play-fight with his fist. He loosely muzzles him, before letting him frisk away to snap his jaws and laugh. Foxes laugh, loudly. Luffy joins in. "You'll have as many as me!" He grins, crossing his arms with pride. He lets his eight, flickering tails pop into existence. They're white at the base before fading to dark red at the tips. His ears are red, too. His paws are red in fox form, but his hands are the same honey-tone as the rest of him as he is now. Half-boy, half-fox. All smiling and silly. His eyes crinkle up like crescent moons.

The child-fox gapes at his display, jumping around in excitement. You stand, having finished your tangerine. "Let's get started!" You suggest, tossing the orange rind off to the side. The smaller fox snaps forward, closing its jaws around the peel before you can stop him. He swallows it in one gulp. You roll your eyes.

"Luffy junior," you huff, sticking your hands in your pockets as you walk back to the road. Luffy follows after you, the junior in question now riding his shoulders. "Why doesn't he change shape?"

Luffy stares at him, while the kitsune chitters. "He's really only a teenager," Luffy explains, catching up to you. His shoulder bumps into yours, and a spark shoots through your stomach. You clear your throat.

"Can you not shapeshift til you're older?"

"Well, ya get better at it," Luffy smiles, meeting your curious gaze with mischief in his. His nose crinkles. "But everyone can shapeshift no matter how old they are. But ya can't," his face darkens, and the kitsune on his shoulder croons sadly. He scritches his soft-gold ears.

"Ya can't shapeshift without your star ball," Luffy continues, "It's like, your essence of life. And ya gotta keep some of your spirit safe while ya change shape. And now that someone has it, he can't safely turn back and forth. Plus! It's really hard to get your own star ball back yourself." Luffy's eyebrows pull down hard over his eyes.

He looks furious.

Luffy's voice turns dark, and raspy, "Because he now has to follow the orders of whoever stole his ball. He's completely under some human's control." Luffy spits this out like stones in the street. He clenches his hands into fists. You bump your shoulder into his. He meets your eyes, questioning; his jaw clenches.

"We're gonna kick that guy's ass," you smile. Luffy grins, beaming from your confidence in him, as well. Even the kitsune's ears perk up.

"We're gonna get your star ball back."

****

"Here," you hiss, crouching below a gnarled tree root. Luffy sneaks in behind you, rustling the bushes as he goes. You glare at him to be quiet, and he grins sheepishly.

"Sorry."

You roll your eyes, but don't answer. You turn back to the scene in front of you: a man in a hooded green cloak, crossing his legs in front of a campfire. By the time you all had caught up to him, the sky had already darkened for night. The traveler throws back his hood, grinning at the small bauble in his hand.

A shiny white star glows in the center.

You gasp, softly, and Luffy growls. The kitsune huddles back against the tree root, waves of anger pouring off of him. You turn to meet his eyes, reassuring him with a slight grin. "Don't worry," you whisper, brandishing your dagger by your bent knee. "We'll get it back for you."

The kistune nods, and hides farther back in the undergrowth.

Luffy grunts, and springs forward.

You curse, but chase after him.

Luffy flies at the traveler, all fists and teeth, before you dive in to steal the traveler's bag for yourself. He had stolen your sketchbook, after all. Luffy snarls, half-feral, with arms and legs both stretching out to kitsune claws. His ears are flat against his head, and his tails are whirling around in anger. The traveler lets out one, loud cry, before falling to his knees. He slumps over, defeated.

Luffy grins, and bends to pick up the shiny star ball.

"We should get outta here," he says, sparkling, "Before he wakes up."

****

You head back home, kitsune safely rescued. The orange fox-spirit had taken his star ball back gladly, insisting he now owes you a favor, but Luffy waved him away.

"Just pay us for it next time!"

You wished Luffy had actually asked for some money, but oh well.

Now, you're both seated across from each other on your living room mat. You shift on the tatami, steaming bowl of rice held in both your hands. You breathe in: delicious.

Luffy devours his rice in one fell swoop, sighing heavily as he leans back. He scratches his hand through his hair. "Good job today, y/n! Thanks for helping me rescue that kit’s star ball.”

“Welcome,” you say, scraping the bottom of your bowl. And then, “Do you have a star ball?”

“Duh,” he says, fishing the glowing orb out of his pocket. Your eyebrows raise, but you say nothing. He twirls it deftly in one hand, tossing it up before catching it again. It glimmers gold in the lamplight.

Crickets chirp in the night, and you stand up to head to bed. “Cmon,” you say softly, leaning down to scoop a now-fox-form Luffy into your arms.

He purrs happily, wriggling around in your hold until you dump him unceremoniously onto the bed. He curls into a ball on the pillow, snoring immediately.

You curl in beside him, and let sleep take you.

****

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