#there's so many pieces moving around and i can't wait until everything comes together

[kagejima]

i have so many thoughts for mr wakatoshi!!!

-ceo toshi!!!!! can we pls add this man to the piercer/pornstar toshi agenda!!

imagine this man in a suit!!!! he has to get them custom made because he’s sosososo big

aaaa and being his little wife who brings him lunch every day!! wearing little skirts and blouses as you go up to the top floor

he’ll give you a kiss on the cheek when u hand him his lunch.,,, but he knows that look in your eye

maybe he’ll have your face and tits pressed against the window, looking down at the busy streets as he hits it from the back!! calling you a dirty slut for coming in wearing such short clothing

or maybe he’ll lay you on his desk!! move his chair out of the way and toss your legs over his broad shoulders,,, telling you what a good girl you were bringing him lunch, but he already had his favourite meal 🤭🤭

oh and you KNOW if one of the employees dares to say anyone with an ounce of negativity to you,, or even LOOK at u in the wrong way, he’s firing them, and telling the rest of his ceo corporate friends to not hire that piece of shit

maybe he’s being a bit of a workaholic some nights! so you’ll hop the mercedes (that he bought you) and drive down to his workplace,, lube in your bag and lingerie under your clothing.

you’ll let yourself in, let him cockwarm you with either your pussy or mouth, whatever he prefers.

if he’s extra stressed, he’ll start fucking you, holding your hip and helping you bounce on his cock whilst the other signs paperwork

ceo!wakatoshi..🤤🤤🤤

ATLASSSS, do you know how hard it was to pick ONE part of this to expand on???? I wanted to heavily expand on the entire thing :( dhfsljfajsfasklfs

also!! you can send in wakatoshi wednesday things at any time! all you have to do is put somewhere in your message it's for Wakatoshi Wednesday and I will queue it for then :)

more thoughts under the cut

I don't know why, but it's the last part that gets to me most. Like... my head is empty already because of this entire post, but the thought of Wakatoshi working late at the office again and you go down to see him hehuehehe (oh gosh, i'm thinking of Victor from my Mr. Love: Queen's Choice days oh gosh)

Just like... you're right. He's so stressed because he has big important meetings coming up and he has so much paperwork he needs to do! And there you are, his cute little wife, walking into his office. And he's looking at the time and he's like "Oh, sweetie. I'm sorry I did it again."

Man just gets very in the zone with his work, he doesn't mean to do it, he's just very dedicated when he puts his mind to something (which is how he got you!!)

But you don't really mind. He doesn't let you work because capitalism is fucking stupid and he wants you to be able to do whatever you want to do with your days, so you can just come see him whenever he gets like this.

You still think it's cute how he apologizes though.

And he thinks it's cute how you undo your coat to show him the pretty lingerie you bought while out shopping earlier in the day.

He also thinks it's cute how you whine when you sit in his lap, his thick cock nestled inside you.

"It's just a few more papers, sweetheart. You can do it." He murmurs before you whine louder into his neck.

He does this to you a lot. You have to be a good little cockwarmer until he's finished with everything. You have to sit in his lap and be a good girl and not move until he's done.

You can't wait though.

You start bouncing - just a little - because you're desperate for literally any movement. It's been 15 minutes now.

You know better than to take your reward before you've earned it though.

You don't have any time to respond, it's all so sudden. He's out of you and he's turned you around, and you're bent over his desk now. You cry out when his hand comes down and firmly smacks against your ass.

Wakatoshi sighs as you try to wiggle away from him, but then he hovers over you, pinning your hands together and down with one of his own before he delivers another firm slap to your other cheek.

"You know I don't like doing this, sweetie," His voice is soft, but his hands are not, "When will you learn?"

He makes you count the rest of them out loud.

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5.

The question is, when will he learn that maybe this is what you wanted all along?

For his papers to be strewn across his desk and in crumpled messes as your body kept getting moved further up, his towering figure bent over you and him shoving things off his desk as you gripped his shoulders, his cock buried deep inside you and him groaning in your ear, telling you what a good little cocksleeve you were being for him, being his stress-reliever?

#🎤: iwaizumis bitch is recording vocals #ATLASSSS OHMYGOD #ushijima smut #😠: rae's wakatoshi wednesdays

[bbyblueetypes]

MAFIA STORY PT 1

This is a story featuring @gatheringofsuffering / @sufferingsthegame ‘s ocs and my own! Its one of many parts of a mafia based story, let me know what you think.

TW [Implied] Pedophilia

The sky was dark, only lit by a million stars and the quarter moon that sat perfectly between them all. My back against the cool familiar concrete of the roof we met on every night as I stared into the speckles scattered above me. My phone laid flat on the concrete, silent. He always shows up, or at the very least he texts. Most people wouldn't give it a second thought, they wait patiently for a text or for them to come home. No one would think the worst in just a few hours, a day even. But I know otherwise, I know him.. I've been running every scenario in my head. Over and over again. And every single one has led me back to the same conclusion. I know I can't be rash.. not just yet. but i'd be lying if i said i didn't want to run through every alley, pick every bar fight and check every building in sight until my legs are burning and my head throbs. The sick feeling in my stomach won't go away, it sits at the bottom like a boulder and the continuous nauseous feeling gets worse with every breath. The buzzing of my phone makes my hand move like a flash of light. I grab it, hoping for a miracle and inevitably being disappointed again when the notification wasn't his name. My eyes dart to the top of the screen to read the time. 1:32am. It's later than usual. It's been about a whole day now, a whole day hes been missing. Where did you go? I can't take it any longer. I need to get answers.

I sat on the edge of the rooftop overlooking the buildings below and kicking my feet a bit. My brain is racing with all the information for my newest case. Trying to piece all of them together for Braxton. He never liked doing the thinking himself, it always pleased him more when i brought him the information already put together for him. Pleasing him helped me keep my status. pleasing him was practically all I lived for at this point.

“Hiya Blue”

Except him. My head turns in the direction of the familiar voice. There he stands only a few feet from me making his way in my direction, his emerald green hair falling against his forehead. He always kept it longer, enough to put into a small little pony tail if he wanted to. The thought amused me a little. He wasn't very tall, or well built like most men I've met in the mafia business. Sometimes I wonder how he ever made it so far. But he was smart, I guess I'll give him that. He used his younger look to his advantage and he used it well. God if he told me he was 13 I would've believed him. He always boasted about how he didn't have a group he worked for, how he worked for himself. God, how I envied him for it too. I hated him in fact . Braxton always told me never to trust someone like him, they were always out to get us. If I trusted them too much theyd ruin everything we've worked for, they'd hurt me. I hated him for a while, some would go as far to say we were enemies. Sometimes I still do. I watch his dark brown eyes scan me as he walks, probably out of habit I think. In case I'm armed, which I always am. He knows this.

“Hey Green, get bored of life without me so soon?” I tease him slightly. Which earns me a small smirk.

“Oh yea lifes sooooo fucking boring, i was almost gonna die if you werent on this roof” he speaks sarcastically. He always knows how to push my buttons with his sly comments and snarky attitude.

“Well get to dying asshole, I was just leaving” I say as I lift my legs over the concrete siding to the roof and turn myself around, now facing him before jerking myself off the siding to stand. He pouts his stupid pretty lip as he watches me and crosses his arms a bit

“already? But i just got here”

“well should've got here sooner, green” I smirk a bit as i walk by him, tapping the pad of my pointer finger under his chin as i walk by him. He rolls his eyes but i catch a glimpse of his small smirk

“I have a life, you know, not my fault you don't. Standing on the roof waiting for me all day”. God hes fucking annoying.

“I don't wait for anyone. Certainly not you, in fact I have a group that needs me” i spit as I turned my head just enough to see his snarky look on his face looking back at me already.

“I have a group blahh blahh” he mocks me. He always mocks me.

“Fuck you” i spit.

“fuck you” he immediately says back. I continue walking to the old rusty fire escape, once painted red, on the side of the roof, no longer feeling the need to entertain him.

“When you're done running around like a lost puppy for your group, you know where to find me” he speaks as I grab the handle of the fire escape. I flip him off before sliding down it, what a prick.

I sit up quickly, sliding my phone into the pocket of my weathered and ripped black jeans. I place my hand on the concrete and lift myself to my feet. If I wanted to know what happened, I'd have to go where everything would have started. I look over to the side of the building, i know where all these buildings are placed by now. I know this city like the back of my hand. I turn my body towards the side before getting a running head start, running towards the side and jumping as soon as my foot touches the edge. I watch the roof of the shorter building next door get nearer and I quickly tuck myself, rolling myself safely onto the roof. I stand and head over to the fire escape, grabbing the handle and sliding down it into the alley below. His apartment is only a few blocks from here, that's where i'll start.

I eventually arrived at his apartment building, surely his front door would be locked like it always is. However he leaves the balcony door open for me. I don't even bother checking the front door anymore. The old apartment owner knows me, infact trusts me with his home. Shes very kind. He got really lucky, she would have screwed him on his money so many times. Idiot. I know she’ll let me in, but i don't see why i should worry her. She’d most certainly call the police, thats the last thing he needs.I look into the window first, looking around his dark apartment. The lights are out, a clear indication he's not home. He loves to leave the lights on. His apartment looked like it always did, i took that as a good sign. No sign of a struggle or mess that wasnt already there. I grab the handle of the door and slide it open simultaneously reaching down to my leg harness to retrieve my knife before stepping inside cautiously. My eyes quickly dart around the apartment, scanning for any sign of life besides myself. I keep my footsteps quiet. I start with the kitchen on my left, making my way towards the counter tops. Nothing but dirty dishes fill the sink and empty cups lie across the counter. He was never one for throwing things away, even garbage. Hoarder. I think to myself as i continue making my way along the kitchen tile. The floor is surprisingly clean and white. I reach for the cabinets, checking every one incase he decides to make it a scavenger hunt for me. He loved to put important things in obscure places, only for me to find at the oddest of moments. Some would say it works in his favor. Who would check for a key in the ice cream box in the back of a small freezer? Never thought that'd be where I thought to check for things now. However my looking resulted in nothing. I labeled the kitchen a fail and continued my way towards the living area. It was a small area just beyond the kitchen. There was no wall intercepting the two, I could always see him when he’d go to make us drinks. I'd wait curled up on his light gray sofa wrapped in his dark mauve green blanket he’d occasionally leave on the back of the couch for me. He’d always say it was because he couldn't have a green couch, but I'd say it partially was because it was my favorite blanket of his. I lightly trace the back of it with my fingertips as I make my way around it. The couch wasnt of importance to me right now, however the glass coffee table in front of it had peaked my attention. Sprawled across it was papers, lots of them. A messy handwriting scribbled all about them. It was his. As i make my way to sit down i was immediately startled by a high screeching sound. I hold up my knife out of reflex looking in the direction the loud noise was coming from. It was his pet parrot. the small, pretty green bird in the cage on the other side of the room. She was screeching at me as if she was relieved to see me. I make my way across the room to the small standing cage which only makes her skreich more. I hush her softly concerned the small creature would alert the landlord living in the room not far from his. I grab a cracker from the open bag lying next to the cage

“sh sh okay Nami, calm down. Are you hungry?” As I lifted the cracker up to the cage near her she quickly took it from me. I smiled as i watched her sticking my finger through the cage and gently petting her small head with my pointer finger

“that's it, where's your owner hm?”

She chirps at me “blue. Blue. Blue”

She speaks before proceeding to eat her cracker. She repeats anything she hears often. I always found it a fun way to mess with him, making her repeat embarrassing things or simply something I would say often to throw him off his guard when he hears it. Maybe to make him think of me. clearly she hears my nickname enough to memorize it. I watch her for a moment before drawing a small breath and turning my focus back to the coffee table, “man i wish you could read bird”. I think for a moment as i look at the mess cluttered onto the table. Eventually i finally move my feet, making my way back around the table to the couch and sat down on the couch looking down at all the papers. I grab each one and quickly scan them for any importance. Some bills from his landlord, some mail that looked like spam, but what really caught my eye was the dark brown leather notebook in the middle of it all. It had a thin strap that matched its cover overlapping it and it looked like it had been used for months, a year at least. I carefully unwrap the strap and open it up skimming through each page. My eyebrow furrowed a bit looking through it, it was all his writing. Names and dates and times and places. What the hell is this? As i skim through each name, i come across a few that look familiar. Micheal Rhey.. Walter Thompson.. why do i know these?.. James Roy.. Sam Smith.. wait a minute. I know these, ive worked with them. These are all targets from my missions. The missions i saw him on. The dates matched up perfectly, and everything started to fall into place. These are his clients. These are the people that hire him. They hire him for his little sex work. These are the pedophiles that he puts on his puppy face for, the ones who loves the way he looks like a small boy. The ones he lies to for money. The ones that absolutely disgusted me. I hated every second i had to speak with them. I hated the way they spoke and shot their crooked smile at everyone, they knew exactly what they were doing. It made my stomach turn every time he sat on their lap or laughed at their pervy jokes for some simple bucks, even before I tolerated him. I immediately turned to the last page, assuming that would lead me to his latest client. Xxxxx xxxxx - the date was yesterday. Ding ding, we've got a winner. The name doesn't look familiar to me. I tear the page out of the book, folding it before sticking it into my pocket. Lucky for me finding people is my specialty, and I just happen to know a guy.

#oc whump #whumpee #whump #whump writing #whump scenario #whump community #oc #ocs #my ocs #oc rp #oc story #originalcharacterwhump #original character #original story #original writing

[starsallalight]

✨𝓦𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓵𝔂𝓻𝓲𝓬 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼✨

A series of prompts taken from the 2021 Westlife album, Wild Dreams. Cw for death, grief, and break ups. Some have/can be interpreted as having adult themes. Edited for as much clarity as possible.

Starlight

"Could it be the start of something?"

"Maybe our luck's about to turn around."

"Right now, we're caught in the middle."

"Maybe now the doors are opening."

"So many times I turned away, but something held me back that day."

"I hope you're here to stay."

"Something I can see in your eyes keeps me alive tonight."

"I found you in my darkest time."

"You're the one that made me smile."

"You saved me."

"This is a new beginning."

"You know you are my starlight."

"I was in my darkest place, and then I saw your face."

"We can all be starlights."

Alone Together

"Tell me all the ways your heart can break so I never make the same mistakes."

"I don't wanna hear your silence."

"I don't wanna see you crying."

"I've been there before."

"You know you don't need nobody else."

"I'm alone, you're alone, it's whatever."

"We should be alone together."

"It don't need to be forever."

"Take me to the corners of your mind."

"I get a chance to see behind all that artificial smiling."

"I know what it's like to come undone and feel so far from everyone."

"I won't leave you on that island."

"I wanna know what you think, what you're feeling."

"Have something that's worth missing."

Wild Dreams

"I've been living it up without a rhythm or rhyme."

"I got you out of my life, but never out of my mind."

"You put a spell on my heart."

"When I close my eyes, you keep haunting me."

"I've been having wild dreams."

"I don't wanna wake up."

"I'm scared of what I could see."

"You're not here with me."

"I can't wait til you disturb my sleep."

"Get out of my head, crawl into my bed."

"No matter how I try, I got nowhere to hide."

Lifeline

"When I'm breaking, you just know. Without a word."

"You always show that I'll never be alone."

"Hold out your hand."

"Take me home."

"You give me hope."

"You give me love."

"Nobody else could help."

"I could have given up."

"You give your heart."

"You give your soul."

"I had nowhere else left to go."

"When everything's dark, you shine a light."

"You are a lifeline, and I'm gonna hold on tight."

"You're always there to catch me."

"You've seen me at my worst."

"You give more than I deserve."

"You are a lifeline, always."

Alive

"Not everyone will understand you."

"Not everyone will know just how you're feeling."

"Everyone is not everything that you're needing."

"I know about the trees that you climbed and your mother does too."

"I know you're sad about leaving behind all your friends from school."

"The world will come alive."

"It's dancing to your beat."

"It's moving with your feet."

"When you see the dark and rain, the world will dance again."

"Not everyone will be in your life forever."

"You've got something better."

Rewind

"It feels like forever."

"We were together then we just came apart at the seams."

"Somewhere we forgot how to dream."

"I heard that you found someone else."

"Deep in my soul, I wanna know."

"Do you think of me at all?"

"I thought you'd be the rest of my life."

"You'd be my days and every one of my nights."

"I thought we'd be until the end of time."

"We gave up before the finishing line."

"We said it all, but never said goodbye."

"Can we just rewind?"

"We should never say never."

"Just like us, the seasons can change and put back all the pieces again."

"Time can heal and it can mend."

"Is your heart still as broke as before?"

"Is it fixable?"

Do You Ever Think Of Me

"I told you that my heart was yours."

"We were full of promises."

"It felt so real."

"You said you loved me to death, but then you left me in pieces."

"It just don't make sense."

"You said we'd make it through hell, but then you left with no reason."

"Do you ever think of me?"

"Do you ever wish that we could go back?"

"You're the best that I lost."

"I've been losing my sleep."

"If you ever think of me, you've still got my number on your phone."

"You should know that I still care."

"I see you everywhere."

"Where are you now?"

My Hero

"You've known me at my lowest stage."

"You've brought me through the burning rain."

"I feel love even in my darkest place."

"I feel a light I can't explain."

"It's something that is ever-changing."

"You've seen the long nights, the I'm-not-alrights."

"You don't know how you're saving my life tonight."

"You are my hero."

"I've been wrong more times than I have been right."

"You held me when I felt defeated."

"I feel strong whenever you've been around."

"You make me feel like I am needed."

"You've been there for the scars, the aches in my heart."

"You are my hero, and I want you to know."

End Of Time

"On the day we met, I won't forget..."

"Something in your eyes lit up at me."

"Suddenly you made my life complete."

"Dry your eyes."

"I'll be there to hold you in the night."

"Please, don't cry."

"I will love you till the end of time."

"When I'm old and grey, till my dying day, I'll be there to sweep you off your feet."

"I will help you stand."

"I will hold your hand."

"I'll be there when hope is out of reach."

"I'll be yours."

"I'll be holding on till the seas dry up and the sun burns out."

"I'll be holding on forever."

Magic

"Who's gonna rescue your heart?"

"Maybe it's the little things."

"You forget who you are."

"Maybe take a chance tonight?"

"I can see the color blue overshadow you."

"You've got nothing to lose."

"Let your fire light up the dark."

"No matter who you are, you can make it come true."

"You've got magic in you."

"The nights are lonely."

"You gotta believe in all of your dreams."

"You know who you are."

"I can see your colors true and your flowers bloom."

Always With Me

"They say that time can heal a broken heart."

"I just don't know how this could be true."

"Every day I see your picture on my wall."

"My heart is broken into two."

"I'm half the man without you."

"It's getting harder every day."

"I'll never let go. You're the one that keeps me breathing."

"Time slows, even though the world keeps spinning."

"I know in my heart you'll always be."

"You will be right here, always with me."

"I'd give anything to see your smile again and have just one more dance with you."

#➳ 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑠 & 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 ➳ ; 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 ; ❨memes❩

[addic-tea-d]

[It Was All For Them]

*Inspired by SVSSS cause I can't get them out of my head*

Part 1: It Was All For Them

Part 2: Why Was It Them

Part 3 (potential)

Word Count: 4404

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How does one apologize for ruining another's entire life? An unspoken prophecy, if you will, that chokes my breath and will follow me to my grave. No way out and no way around it, the only way is to shoulder it all, knowing that in the end, it’s all for them.

The first time I recognized them, standing right there beside me in the grand hall about to greet our new teacher, I realized everything. In the blink of an eye, I saw their future full of laughter and power, but also pain and betrayal — power through betrayal and the one holding the sword through their back held tightly in my grasp.

I tried to change the vision I saw, doing everything I could to not cross paths. I thought I was doing them a favor in hopes of changing their future but the more their future deviated, the more they suffered. Others looked down on them and our teacher paid them no mind. It didn't take me long to realize the vision must be followed. My only salvation through their suffering was knowing after all of this is over, they would stand above it all and finally obtain their rightful happiness.

I hid while they were bullied by the other disciples knowing it would fuel their ambition of gaining power. My mouth stayed shut while our teacher punished them for things outside of their control and forced them to practice until late into the night while I stayed up waiting for them to return to bandage their wounds. I snuck them snacks because I knew how often their food would get stolen and forced to not eat dinner as more punishment. Many nights I would stay awake, my only company the flickering candle while I mended their clothes as they slept soundly an arm's length away. It was all I could do to ease the guilt that grew in my chest day after day.

Our bond grew year after year despite my efforts to build a wall between us but every time they would break through and drag me with them. Their ranking in our sect rose and rose and I couldn’t help but watch with pride as they became our teacher’s top disciple. They became our sect’s pride and joy and finally obtained the power to look down on those who used to bully them. But I knew it wasn’t enough. They were destined for greatness and one day ascension. 

There was only one thing left from the vision and as hard as I tried to delay the inevitable, I knew it was time as I watched them struggle and became swallowed by frustration because there was something missing but they just couldn’t figure out what it was. But I knew. I’ve always known.

I didn’t know when it would happen, but one morning when I awoke, I just knew. It was a feeling that tore at my heart and clogged my throat. That morning I laid there unmoving, replaying the scene from the vision over and over, dreading every moment. I would have laid there all morning if I could but they came to call me for our new mission down the mountain. From dressing myself to hearing about the mission from our teacher to descending the mountain, all I could see was that one scene. It only stopped once we reached the village besieged by monsters.

The two of us defeated monster after monster, our fighting two pieces of a puzzle that fit together so perfectly. It didn’t take us long to finish them off, both of us covered in monster blood but they shone so beautifully with that smile on their face. How could I ever bring myself to do what I was about to do?

We could feel the ground tremble beneath our feet, another monster coming our way. They readied their sword, walked forward, and got into position. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t move. That was the moment but the sword in my hand felt heavy, so… so heavy. We saw the monster on the horizon, a giant monster as least thrice our size. My world went silent, only the sound of the gravel shifting under their feet as they steadied themself. They would flicker their gaze towards me, wondering why I haven’t raised my sword despite the monster getting closer.

I don’t even remember moving but the moment I could hear again, it was my name on their lips with my sword through their back. I couldn’t see their face but I could feel their warmth spread on my hands. My hands were shaking but I couldn’t tell if it was from me or the approaching monster. I pulled away from them, trying to ignore the blood on my sword. They stumbled on their feet, turning around to face me. The look on their face will follow me to my death; the look of utter betrayal.

They reached out a hand towards me, almost grabbing into my sleeve but I stepped back. Unbalanced, they fell forward, trying to hold themself up with their sword. However, the aggressive vibrations from the monster caused them to fall over. I almost went to lift them up but stopped myself in time. As much as I hated it, it needed to be done. I grabbed their sword and turned my back to them, trying to ignore them calling out to me. I couldn’t let them see the tears flowing down my face, nor let my heart be shaken. It was all for them. It was all for them.

I traveled back up the mountain alone. So many times I almost turned around, so many times my body refused to move except to scream at the world and at myself. The only mantra running through my head was “this was all for them”. They would finally unlock the last level of their spiritual powers and gain the attention of a passing deity who would take them under his wing. I clutched their sword tightly to my chest, the only thing which kept my mind even remotely sane was their blade digging into my grasp.

When I returned to our sect, they all questioned me about where they had gone, why I returned with only their sword. I could only say they sacrificed themself to save me and that they were gone. Our teacher tried to take their sword away from me but I refused with all my might, grabbing on with everything I had. I had already lost them, I couldn’t lose their sword as well.

I went into seclusion soon after, unable to meet the eyes of everyone and unable to return to that room where the two of us had spent our lives together. I chose the deepest seclusion cave our sect had to offer, deep within the mountain and far away from everyone. The only light was a crack in the wall barely larger than my palm. There, in the only light in the entire cave, I struck their sword into the ground. Directly behind it, using only a rock, I carved their figure into the wall to the best of my abilities and every day, I would pray.

I would pray and beg all the deities in the world to protect them. When I wasn’t cultivating myself, I kneeled in front of that sword and begged for forgiveness. My vision stopped at their return to the sect after completing their studies under the deity, but I was blind to everything from my betrayal to then and the only thing I could do was pray. Kneeling from day to night until my skin became bruised and legs went numb.

Thankfully, my spiritual level had risen to a point I seldom needed to intake food. Once in a while, another disciple would leave some food at the cave’s entrance though that was very seldom. I would drink water I collected in my water pouch. Only on days when the sun was hidden behind the darkest clouds or when the moon graced the skies did I ever leave the cave because I didn’t deserve to walk under the sun they loved so much. That was how I lived for ten years without seeing a single person.

But one day everything was flipped upside down. It was noon, I was just about to kneel in front of their sword when the sect’s bell started ringing. Whenever that bell rang, it meant something big and important was happening. It had rung a few times before when another sect’s master had visited or there was an important meeting everything in the sect had to attend, save for those few who were in seclusion. As such, I had no intention to head to the sect and planned to return to my praying.

However, the bell never stopped ringing but instead seemed to be getting louder and more frantic. Something must have happened down at the sect. Just as I was about to get up, a disciple came running into the cave, startling me. Not only was he the first person I’d seen in ten years, but his eyes were opened so wide I was afraid they would bulge out of his head and his face was practically the same color as the clouds in the sky. He looked like he had seen a ghost. Before I could ask him what was wrong, he told me, nearly stumbling over his words so hard I almost couldn’t understand. When he regained his breath and repeated himself, I was rushing out of the cave before he could even finish.

I ran. I ran with no regard to my surroundings, nearly tripping every few seconds and getting scratched by all the brush. I could hardly breathe and the only thing I could see was straight ahead and nothing else. The closer I got to the sect, the louder the bell became but also the murmurs of people. Even from halfway down the mountain I could see the large crowd that had gathered near the sect’s main entrance. A flash of light in the middle of the group caught my eye and I tumbled down the last few feet of the mountain.

I wasted no time in getting to my feet and rushing over to the group. I pushed fellow disciples aside, knowing full well how crazed I must have looked covered in dirt and leaves with my face full of desperation. But it was more just plain desperation, I was frantic nearing hysterical.

I finally made my way to the middle of the group, entering the small clearing. I completely froze. I almost stopped breathing. There, in the center, was my master standing next to a nearly blinding deity in conversation. But it wasn’t them who I was interested in, it was the person behind the deity, almost equally blinding with a soft glow dressed in silk robes that flowed despite there being no breeze. Their skin looked absolutely flawless, even the tiny scar in their eyebrow was no longer there. Between their brows glowed a golden lotus symbol, evidence of their soon ascension to becoming a deity. They looked absolutely magnificent.

I didn’t even know I had fallen to my knees until I finally noticed they were staring down at me, face completely void of emotion but I could tell, those eyes… those eyes stared down at me with all the hate in the world and more. But I didn’t care, not even a little. I only cared they had finally returned alive and well. They’ll finally get the happy ending they deserved.

I was so ecstatic I don’t remember what happened next, only that I woke up staring at the ceiling of the room I used to live in at the sect. It filled me with nostalgia, staring up at that ceiling I’d known most of my life. But something was different; it no longer carried the same warmth as before, the air had a heaviness to it. Even though I knew it would’ve been too good to be true, I still glanced toward the bed on the other side of the room, smiling through the ache in my heart when I found it empty.

Footsteps nearing the room caused me to sit up, my heart was climbing up my throat. Could it be them? I was clamoring to my feet, a thousand words mixing in my head as I pondered what to say. What could I say? But in the end, nothing ever came to mind because the one who walked through that door wasn’t them, but the deity who took them under his wing. I greeted him as sincerely as possible, bowing as low as I could in respect to the powerful deity.

I kept my form as he stayed silent but when he finally spoke, my head whipped up to gaze upon his glowing self. He knew who I was, which was of no surprise to me, but what he said after tore my heart to shreds. I thought I did well ten years ago, a swift blade through their back and then leaving them behind to follow their fate. But with my blade covered in the blood of those monsters, the moment it went through their body, I had doomed them.

When the blood entered their body, it was dormant at first but over time, it slowly poisoned their senses. After a few years, their five senses were completely numb. They could no longer touch, hear, taste, smell, or see. It was all thanks to the deity that they were able to recover some of their hearing and sight, but he wasn’t able to completely cure them, which was why he came to find me.

When he first saw me when I pushed my way into the clearing, he knew there was something about me. He proceeded to check my horoscope and found I was the perfect match to theirs. If I were to exchange my spiritual energy with theirs, there was a high possibility they would be completely cured. Of course, in turn, my senses would go numb as I absorbed the poison into my body. I agreed immediately. They were suffering from my mistake, I had to be the one to make things right.

He brought me to the guest wing the two of them resided in, taking me to their room. We went inside and there they were, meditating on their bed. I could almost feel the warmth of their spiritual powers. Noticing our presence, they reigned in their powers and stood up to greet us. I expected them to scream at me to leave, but when as they looked in my direction, they had no reaction. I nearly cried at the realization of just how severe their situation was.

I was introduced as a mute disciple their master had found in order to heal their senses. They accepted me easily and thereafter, I would attend to their needs every day from dusk to dawn and all throughout the night. I would assist them around the sect and during the afternoon, I would exchange our spiritual energies. It was a weird feeling, exchanging energies, slightly painful at times as I could feel the poison eating away at my senses. After each session, I would feel slightly drained while they looked brighter and brighter.

The deity advised me on how to heal their senses. Each sense would take a month to heal, each session a couple days apart. As their senses got better, mine would worsen, and as such, I should start healing their smell, taste, and feeling first before I heal their hearing and sight. And as such, first I healed their feeling to allow them to cultivate easier, then their taste to finally enjoy the wonderful flavors of food for the first time in years, and their smell to enjoy the flowers they used to adore when we were young. But then it got complicated, should I heal their hearing or sight next?

If I healed their hearing, I wouldn’t be able to hear if they needed me. If I healed their sight, then they would know it was me and would most likely reject further sessions. I discussed with the deity, and it was decided I would heal their sight first. Should their sight be fixed, then they would no longer need my assistance and I would be able to leave their side, needing only to meet up for our sessions. The deity would also provide me with a mask to hide my face with the excuse I had horrible scars.

As our sessions were every three days, I had only three days left to take them in before I would lose the chance forever. I stared at them whenever I could; when they ate their meals as if those dishes were the most delicious things in the world despite not needing them, as they trained while moving their body like the wind with such strength and precision, while they meditated in quiet and glowed so softly they could easily replace the moon. I absorbed every scene like ink to paper so I may recall even the tiniest details in the future.

Three days passed by far too quickly. It wasn’t long before I found the two of us sitting on their bed with their back toward me. Taking in their grace one last time, I put on the mask provided by the deity and started exchanging our energies. Even though it would take multiple sessions before their eyes healed, I couldn’t take any chances. The entire time, my eyes felt as if they were burning, yet I bit my tongue in order to not utter a sound. When the session was over, I had to dig my nails into my skin in order to keep myself conscious. It was all worth it, seeing their face brighten as they took in the multiple colors of the world around them.

As our sessions progressed, the more my sight became blurred and darkened, but nothing could dim their smile as they could finally see more and more. I no longer had to keep them company the entire day as they could take better care of themself. Whenever I wasn’t attending to them, I remained in my room, for what else could I do? I spent ten years in that cave, I had no close relations to my fellow disciples, and there was no need to cultivate any longer.

With only one last session to cure their sight in two days, as I was about to clear their dishes away, they picked up their guqin, hands gently running over the strings. I stopped my hands, sitting down to watch with whatever little sight I had left. They plucked the strings, not necessarily playing a specific song, but it sounded absolutely beautiful. If there was ever a scene I wanted to be burned into my mind, it would be this; watching them play the guqin so gracefully with the softest smile on their face. I could feel the tears begin to prick my eyes and quickly gathered the dishes and left, the music continuing until it slowly faded away.

With only one day left and as it also happened to be one of my rest days, I decided to venture back to that cave. It was a struggle, climbing up the mountain with little sight. I tripped over stones and roots every few steps, running into branches that scratched my body. It took me an hour to finally reach the cave when it usually took me fifteen minutes. When I finally made it, I ventured to the deepest part where I lived for ten years. Everything was silent, even more so than usual. The darkness took away what little sight I had left until I made it to the very back.

Their sword glowed under the light that streamed through that crack. I kneeled immediately in front of that blade, in front of that wall. I burst into tears, thanking the heavens they survived, for answering my countless prayers. They may have returned poisoned, but I would be able to overwrite my mistakes with spiritual energy. I don’t remember how long I cried, but after I calmed down, I made my way to their sword, grabbed the handle, and pulled it from the ground.

From where the sword resided in the ground, I began to dig. I pushed aside dirt and rocks, using my nails to dig as much as I could until I came upon a small wooden box. Pulling it out, I brushed off the extra dirt, wiped my hands on my clothes, and opened it to reveal a little vial. A vial of poison I once procured when I decided I would end my life when they one day returned and I would atone for my betrayal with death. While I didn’t deserve one, it would grant a quick and painless death.

Placing it in my sleeve, I grabbed their sword and began my way back down the mountain. Perhaps it was because I was traveling downhill, or because of how many times I slipped, but I reached my room faster than my ascend. Knowing I was filthy, I hid the bottle under my pillow where it would be easy to reach and hid their sword under my bed before heading to the baths, making sure my mask was still secured after falling so many times.

For the last session to heal their eyes, the deity joined us with the excuse of wanting to make sure nothing went wrong since the eyes are a sensitive area. However, the truth was he was there to help me leave after as my sight would be completely gone. He stayed off to the side and I started the energy transfer. It was excruciating, it took everything in my body to not pass out and make any sound. If they knew the price to heal them was at the cost of another, their gentle soul would never allow it.

After the last of the energy transferred into their body, I nearly collapsed but the deity caught me. He checked on their eyes, and while I could no longer see, I could hear their excitement at finally being able to take in every little detail around them; from the embroidery on their clothes to the paintings on the wall. As they excitedly looked around the room, the deity escorted me back to my room. Before he could leave, I grabbed their sword from under my bed and handed it to him, begging him not to tell them I had it.

During the three-day wait until the next healing session, I remained in my room. Where could I go without my sight? I couldn’t risk stumbling around. Not only was there the risk of bumping into them, I also had no intention of bothering the other disciples in the sect. And so I sat there in my room, trying to accept the darkness that became my life, recalling all the memories of the past couple of months in order to try and stay sane. With merely one month left, I only had those memories to keep me going within the darkness.

Finally, the day to start healing their ears arrived. The deity came to lead my way to their room. I was told they were already waiting on the bed, that way they wouldn’t see me struggle my way over. I took a deep breath before carefully making my way over.

When the session started, I almost pulled my hands away. An intense ringing pierced through my ears and wouldn’t stop. It was so intense I wanted to rip off my ears but I persisted. I had to. I had to do it for them. When it was over, I never felt more drained. The deity quickly took me away and for another three days, I remained in my room alone. For the following month, the closer we got to the last session, the more drained I became but I had to keep going.

When the last day arrived, my hands were trembling. I was on the verge of tears, I could finally make it up to them. The deity had to assist me all the way to the bed due to how weak I was and I was thankful to him. The pain that day was worse than ever, so many times I almost pulled my hands away but we were so close, so close to finally healing them. When the last of my spiritual energy entered their body, I couldn’t help but slump forward. My head bumped against their back, but I could no longer feel their warmth anymore. I couldn’t help but smile. My role was finally over.

A hand grabbed my arm and lifted me up. With my legs weak, I fell against them. I recognized them as the deity. We didn’t leave right away, but we left soon as he helped me stumble back to my room. I slumped onto my bed. In the darkness and silence, it was surprisingly calm. They would soon pass the last level and become a deity just as the vision foretold, gaining the power they needed to finally obtain the hapiness they deserved after all these years.

Would the other side be as dark and quiet? Or would I fall to the depts of the underworld and burn for my sins? Either way, there was only one way to find out. I felt around under my pillow, finding the vial. Sitting up against the wall, I uncapped the vial and brought it to my lips. I hesitated for a split second before drinking the liquid inside down to the very last drop.

I could feel my eyelids become heavy, my body quickly following suit. I’ve never felt so tired. It was just like falling asleep. Despite knowing my end, I was quite calm. As my body became more and more heavy, I replayed the scene of them playing their guqin with the softest smile on their face. It may not have been the clearest memory I have of them, but that smile was evidence everything I did was in the right. Because from the beginning to now, it was all for them.

#svsss #gender neutral characters #cultivation #angst #character death #writing #short story #i guess #why is this over 4k words #unedited #proof read who she #what do I even tag this #I did not mean to write this much #kudos to whoever actually reads this #if you see a plot hole no you don’t

[kittenpawscute]

Perfect gifts

Pairings: Jinx, Silco, Viktor, Grayson x reader

Jinx will think of any gift from you as the perfect gift. Ammo? Plushie? Tools? She will love it. Bonus points if it's chaotic or something she can occupy herself with like some kind of weird puzzle.

,,Hey Trinket! What ya got there?" She curiously eyes you as you hand her a wooden box with different smaller puzzles, explaining how you saw it on the market and thought she'd like it. Sadly you were in a hurry to go back to your work but ofc not without a hug and a kiss!

She on the other hand loves making gifts for you herself. Mostly it's little trinkets or even something to protect yourself if you were in danger. She'd even make you a similar flare to the one she got from Vi if she was feeling like someone would take you away from her.

Silco is not very keen on gifts, but that doesn't mean it doesn't warm his hear when you get him a gift. Pretty much everything has it's place in his office or bedroom even if it doesn't really have any other purpose then to look pretty.

You gently knocked on the wooden door leading to Silco's office, not waiting too long until a ,,Come in" was heard from the other side. As you made your way towards his desk nothing but the sound of writing and various papers being moved filled the silence. Finally he lifted his gaze from his papers to be met with a soft smile from you. None of you said anything, just the chance to have a minute together even through your busy schedules was enough. Sadly this moment didn't last long as someone bursted in his office, disturbing the little peace you two had. As it seemed to be an emergency, you gently placed your gift on his desk and made your way to the bar instead. You really needed a drink.

It didn't take long until the emergency was taken care of, mostly because it was just someone's stupidity. As soon as Silco sat back at his desk he noticed a small flower pin, while he wouldn't admit it he did find some sort of piece in them. On the next Baron meeting the pin was already decorating his coat, and you couldn't hide the smile that made it's way to your lips when you noticed.

Silco on the other hand LOVES spoiling you. Since he can't spend as much time with you as he'd like.

Books. Grayson loves reading a good book when she gets home.

It was a beautiful afternoon, you and your lover cuddled under a warm blanket after long day. Lately you two didn't get to spend many nights together because of how late Grayson returns from work but having a chance to just relax in her arms while she reads a book more then makes up for it. After a while, Grayson puts the book on her bedside table, wrapping her other arm around you and holding you close and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Flowers and cute notes are her thing, believe me. If she has to wake up early to work she makes sure she doesn't wake you up but leaves cute little notes EVERYWHERE. You go brush your teeth and wash your face? BOOM note on the mirror telling you you're pretty.

You wouldn't know what to get Viktor. The best bet is a proper mug for his coffee. He drinks tons of it so get him a proper mug with something sweet written on it and that's literally all he needs. And he would probably not know what to give you either so he would just give you one as well. While I don't have scenario for this one. I have pictures of the cups you'd two have so enjoy.

Viktor:

And you:

[mymadmedleyw]

okay... sketching down two chapters at the same time I came to a conclusion that I won't explain everything, some things you have to then put together by hints, a.k.a. I will mention some things just through half sentences, then make your brain move to see what that means... I don't want to circulate around the same thing all the time, things are connected at many levels. Besides I am sure things could be put together - especially the ones that were said several times already. 🤷🏼 (sorry...)

pleasant news, I think I have my first draft state for each remained chapters.

chp20 has scenes on many piece of papers and within docs, I just have to write the beginning and tight glueing together the yet unconnected pieces (also rewrite a scene that is from the wrong pov)*

*I can't recall by now why and when I thought I'd write the chapter by Dan's pov when it pretty quickly turned out I have to do it from Jazz's for the right change of things... ah, never mind, I will keep those great sentences for chp21

chp21 has I think right now two version of its entire content (I have a weakness about this chapter and since for a very long time I've had to force my mind not to write it, so I have this content in my mind for like eternity, floating around waiting for its time to be allowed to come out), await to be merged into a neat logic of orders of remained stuffs in the story

also, there will be an one-chaptered work (or cut into three smaller sections, can't tell yet) thingy, that I can't decide when to place in the sharing progress. I think now it will happen after chp19...

then, if my calculation is right and reasonable, counting with the worse case scenarios, WTPH will be finished this year completely, then next year will be LoD's (yes!) - ...LoD is a sort of DarkGrey-ish one

I know I (might have) said it before but at last I see the light and returned working (officially) on WTPH

I don't want to share chp20 until I haven't edited the older chapters. And I will need to write the chapter first, which usually takes weeks to be get near to editing state (even if chp19 needed less than two weeks overall... o.O) but right now, I don't want to share it (even if I'll be done with that and with editing - which I know is merely impossible xD - by that time) before InvisoBang, nor before my holiday.

So, wish me luck to fit into this month editing and writing chp20, then if everything happens smoothly in mid-September, then chp20 will come that time, along with the polished, nicer (?) earlier chapters. :)

Right now, I am just vibrating over soon coming BigBang story reveal and to work again on WTPH. :)

#wtph

[loubombshell]

Billy when you're fighting.

(I'm warning you here! It's dark.)

There she was, standing in the Homeland Security building and watching a happy family reunited.

It was a tight mission. Frank Castle and David Lieberman made a plan together and introduced Dinah Madani and Y/N into it. They wanted to take down William Rawlings and Billy Russo and safe the wife and son of David.

Sadly not everything went according to plan, they were able to safe the family but Billy Russo escaped, taking Frank with him. David explained that it was Frank's plan, he would handle it but it didn't satisfy Y/N.

She knew Billy Russo, goddamn well. He's a precious, beautiful, compulsive piece of trash. Both of them get to know each other through the first training at Anvil's, he charmed her with his words and invited her a few times into a restaurant and later to his apartment. They chased each other through the entire apartment, jumping over couches and counters. Even the neighbors shook her heads about the loud laughter and other special sounds, through the walls.

Everything was so perfect until one day, he forgot his laptop at his apartment and told her she could stay there, until he's back. Y/N did like he said and stayed in the bed for a few more hours, she made lunch for herself and sat down on his couch, turning on the TV. His laptop light up and she started arguing with the little angel and devil on her shoulder.

Sadly the little devil was wearing her agent brand and she stood up, walking to the desk and opened his emails. There were plenty of emails from William Rawlings and she knew about his murders.

He was a fucking killer.

After this, she packed the few things she had there into her bag and walked immediately to her friend, hiding there until the next day. She told Madani everything she found out about him and Dinah took it into her own hands.

And now, Lieberman's family was here and Frank was still in danger. Y/N watched the family happy and crying while hugging each other and she smiled a bit about them.

A hand was placed on her shoulder and Y/N turned around, seeing Dinah standing behind her. "They're safe. We did everything we could." She told her.

"It wasn't enough for everyone. What about Frank? He helped us a lot, don't you think we should give him something back?" Y/N asked her.

"Everything I know is, that Frank knows how to handle something like that. Look how about you go home and rest a bit, you could need it." Madani told her.

"I cant-"

"Yes you can, you can't focus on something right now." Dinah said and Y/N nodded.

"call me, if you need me."

"no, I won't."

"yeah I know." Y/N rolled her eyes and walked out of the building.

- later, in the evening -

Y/N was walking around her apartment, nervous. Dinah called her but only to tell her that Frank came out, beaten down and almost dying. Billy escaped, again and from across the street she could see the Anvil building being on fire.

The girl jumped a bit when suddenly her phone lighted up, she turned it in her hand and unlocked it. A message from an unknown number.

"You want me? Come and get me."

"I'm gonna come for you, you fucking idiot."

"You said that already too many times."

Y/N gripped her phone tighter and her face went red, not because of her being ashamed. No, she didn't blush. She just tried not to explode and rip him into pieces. It was obvious who was tipping on the other side. It was pretty easy to track his phone, she wasted no time and arrived after 10 minutes in a park.

Y/N knew it, it was the park where Frank lost everything he loved and it was fucking disgusting that Billy was waiting here. She hear muffled sound, like someone screaming. She looked around and the carousel turned on suddenly.

It started moving and light up, playing some background music. Usually she would like the sound of it but now, it sounded like a scene from a horror movie. The screams were coming from the carousel, she walked closer and two teenagers moved past her, being tied on the horses.

"Oh my fucking god." She said shocked and jumped onto the platform, she made her way through the bright lights and the horses, arriving at the boy and the girl.

"hey, it's okay. I'm here it's almost over." Y/N told both of them and started pulling on the zip tie around the girls wrist trying to take it off, she didn't have a knife but she pulled her keys out trying to cut through them with their sharp side.

Suddenly both of them started screaming even louder and Y/N looked to them. Taking off the tape from their mouth.

"He's behind you! He's here!" The girl warned her and cried even harder.

Y/N turned around and looked to Billy standing there, wearing a smirk on his lips.

"About damn time, I almost killed both of them because of boredom." He said and pointed with the gun towards them.

Y/N looked to the teenager and back to him.

"Billy, please let them go. They're kids." Y/N told him.

Billy raised his chin chuckling and looked back to her.

"They're kids? Really? Nobody gave a shit about me when I was a kid! I had the worst childhood a child could have! My mother choose the drugs over her own fucking son and never cared about me!" He screamed and started walking closer.

"I know! I understand, but it's not their fault! They don't deserve it to die today, okay? That's not fair!"

"Life isn't fair!" He screamed back even louder and raised his gun at her.

Y/N raised her chin and scoffed, while a little tear rolled down her cheek.

"Just because your mother realized soon enough what a fucking bastard you are, doesn't mean you've to kill everyone around you." She said walking closer and making his hands shake out of anger.

"Shut up!" Billy screamed but she shook her head smirking.

"What do you think happens after this, mh? The police is gonna come for you. What am I saying? Everyone is coming for you. They will chase you to the end of your days. They'll put you behind bars where you belong, all the people in prison will rip you apart or just kill you in the shower when no one is watching."

Y/N stepped closer and he held his gun on her forehead. The girl looked up to him, in his, with tears filled, dark eyes and gripped the end of the gun immediately, pushing it out of her direction. He fired and the bullet only hit the metal ground of the carousel, with a loud sound. With all the force she had, she smashed him against the mirror which easily shattered into many pieces, she hold his gun in her hands and raised it up.

"You're a fucking bitch!" He told her and a knife snapped out of his wrist, which make her gulp and him smirk again.

Y/N didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger which gave her only a click and no bullet. She tried it again but nothing came out. The bastard knew her goddamn well.

Billy chuckled darkly about her shocked face and stepped closer now, since she was unarmed.

"Get on your knees or I'm gonna cut you fucking open." He told her and Y/N threw the gun angry away. She did like he said and he looked down to her smirking. He placed a hand in her hair and with the other one, he made a long cut on her cheek.

"I always liked that fire in you." He told her and got down to her now too.

Y/N's first reaction was spitting on him for that and he closed his eyes annoyed and wiped it out of his face with the leader gloves, he was wearing.

"You know, I was thinking about just having fun with you a bit here and then, maybe call an ambulance, when I'm ready with you." Billy explained calmly to her and wrapped his hand around her neck, holding her in place. "But you changed my mind, I'm just having fun with your lifeless body." He finished and buried his knife in her stomach, which made her yelp.

The two teenagers on the horses screamed, trying to stop him.

Y/N looked down to her stomach, he still had the knife in it, so the blood stayed still inside.

"Eyes on me." Billy whispered and she looked up to him with tears streaming down her face.

"goodbye, Y/N." He said and took is knife out and the blood started streaming out, turning her T-shirt red.

He didn't stop cutting her until he knew it was impossible to survive, he let go off her and Y/N's bod fell lifeless to the metal ground.

Billy stood back up, looking to her and took a deep sigh.

"Russo!" He heard a deep voice screaming for him. Billy turned around and saw Frank coming towards him, with a gun in hand.

"Shit."

#billy russo #the punisher #billy russo x reader #netflix #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x you #frank castle #ben barnes #billy russo imagine #billy russo oneshot

[jayteacups]

Hi jay! I hope you don't mind me popping here. I checked that you're open for headcanons, may I request one? What would Levi do to his S/O who is such a busybee and is in panicked mode of the many things she'd be doing (office work, laundry, you name it)

It's Monday soon and I haven't done much during the Easter Week break so I am really confused on what to do right now hehe.

Thank you in advance and please send my regards to Nuwa!

Hi!! Lovely to hear from you 🥰 hope you’re doing alright! you got this. And honestly I feel you about not having done much over the Easter break and now have to get rushing with basically everything... it’s not a great feeling 🙈 but we’re dealing with it!

Oh and Nuwa is dying to be written more, she says hi and she hopes that Sam is doing alright XD I can't wait until the summer comes around so I can properly work on that canonverse fic with her! and also I need to finish planning it/outlining it lol I've also considered taking a page out of your book and writing AU stories too! I've never really considered writing a 'canon character x oc' story that isn't in the canon universe lol idk why it just never really crossed my mind 😂 

and one last thing! uni is going to start again soon for the final term of this year, so I think I will be closing my inbox for headcanon requests, so that I can focus on the ones still sat in my inbox (i’m so sorry to the anon that sent something in like two months ago 😭 I’ll get onto that I promise!) and so I can focus on the work/exams too. 

anyway! onto the headcanonsss

Levi with a busybody, panicking S/O 

You’re used to rushing around, carefully balancing things precariously on a metaphorical plate that never wobbles - until now.

Stress is no stranger to you given the workload you take on. But up until the lead-up to the Easter holidays, things had gotten far too hectic, and so you took the time off work to have a desperately needed break from every and all responsibilities you can think of. And now, you’re on a time-crunch like never before. 

Laundry, vacuuming the house, spraying down the bathroom surfaces and groceries - not to mention, the impending list of tasks you’ll have to tackle the moment you get back to work. The realisation doesn’t hit you until a matter of days before you’re set to return, and you are in a state of panic. 

And the last thing you want to do is bother Levi either - work has been piling up for him, so he hasn’t quite managed to pick up your slack (not that you want him to, but he has a tendency to do it.) 

You’re colourfully cursing to yourself - Levi’s been rubbing off on you, it seems - as you rush about the house, hoovering up the dust, grimacing at the hair you’d managed to shed all over the bedroom floor in just a matter of days. Anxiety throbs in every single cell of yours. There’s so much to do and so little time - and you can hardly bring yourself to think about things properly. You think you might be vibrating from stress, hands trembling as they guide the vacuum across the floor, and you can hardly focus on whether or not you’ve vacuumed the surfaces properly because all you can think about is just this massively long list of things that you’ve yet to get done. 

You switch the vacuum off, the noise suddenly too loud and yet too quiet - it takes up so much space in your mind yet fails to drown out the stressful thoughts. 

A voice cuts through your internal panicking: “That has got to be the worst vacuum job I think I’ve seen you do since you moved in with me.”

Levi’s standing with his arms crossed in the doorway to your bedroom, but his face softens as you look up. To him, you look a little out of it and frazzled. He’s stepping inside, brows furrowed as he pieces it together. 

You’re shaking your head straight away - the last thing you want is to bother him. Levi’s always so put together, always on top of things - and on the days where he’s feeling stressed and in over his head, he manages it with graces and continues as if nothing was ever wrong. You wish you had that kind of professionalism.

Levi cuts straight to the chase, and asks you what it is you have to do. You sigh, the words spilling out of you uncontrollably as you rant and rattle off the sheer number of chores you’ve yet to get done, and finish with “look, I’m so sorry, I know this is the last thing you need to hear because you’ve got a lot on your plate.”

But he’s already taking the vacuum in hand. “here’s what we’re going to do.” he carefully divides up the tasks - granted, most of your own chores are still going to be completed by you, but he’s more than happy to vacuum the floors, because he finds it therapeutic. sometimes, you’re a little too frazzled, and having a level-headed outsider help you divide up your tasks, re-organise and re-order them is a huge reassurance. 

you get to it - laundry’s up next and you’d be damned if you didn’t do that properly, you know how he is. Levi finishes up with vacuuming the floors - by then, the washing machine is well into its cycle. you’re instead at your laptop, dealing with work to hand into your superiors by the time you return from the break, your shoulders all tensed up and practically touching your ears.

as you type frantically, Levi sneaks in behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders, gently easing them down, squeezing them. ‘straighten up’ he nags, not unlike a mother hen, ‘you’ll fuck up your back like this, c’mon.’ 

he stays there for a moment, slowly massaging away the tension in your shoulders. you feel some of the stress seep out of you, and gradually feel more and more level-headed, your mind much more clear. You hum, leaning backwards so that you aren’t hunched over like a gremlin. Sighing, you thank him, and he kisses the top of your head in response before heading into the kitchen.

‘Sap,’ you say, and he says over his shoulder, “oh, so you don’t want your cup of tea then”. to which you protest heavily, of course, because levi makes tea just the way you like it. 

Of course, a cup brewed to perfection is sitting next to you at the dining table a matter of minutes later.

And for the next few days where you cram in as much work as you possibly can, Levi’s always there to top up your drinks, remind you to sit up straight and relax your shoulders - he’s always nagging you about posture and says something snarky about how you always complain about back pain, poorly disguising his actual concern

Whenever you feel the panic creep back in or your energy ebbs, he’s at your side, squeezing your shoulder, calmly asking you, ‘what do you need to get done next? see, you’ve done it before, you can do it again. you’re doing well. no, don’t worry. breathe, focus, and start up again. i know you can get this together.’ and when you protest, he’s there with a sincere, ‘would I lie to you?’ 

You know he’d never. He’s the most honest man you know. He’d never bullshit you - if he actually thinks you can do it, you can. It’s not a stretch.

It’s in the little things - you, constantly taking on too much at once (which Levi also complains about - ‘why can’t you get your coworkers to look at that - it’s not even your responsibility!’), him, talking you down whenver you get too trapped in your head. there are days where you feel like he genuinely keeps you sane, and you’re just so, so glad for his quiet and steadfast presence that gets you through the days where you feel like you’re drowning.

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Dabi x Reader x Hawks

It was always the three of us-NSFW

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

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

word count: 3k

Edited 13. January 2021

You're sick of it.

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

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

They still talked to you like before.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes burned through their hands but you nodded nonetheless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That is enough of an answer to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch. 11 (NSFW) (END)

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If you are curious to know what my version of Alexia looks like, check here

All maids are dismissed from dinner at night.

The doors are kept sealed shut. It is clear whatever the Dimitrescus are discussing is not for ears outside of their family's to overhear.

You are thankful for the windows you have to focus on repairing while they talk. It keeps you from overthinking and that keeps you sane.

Once everything is fixed, the only physical sign of the nightmarish day you had is Cassandra's sickle, still embedded within what is no doubt a priceless painting.

You approach slowly, as though the weapon has a will of its own and can turn right around to finish the job of gutting you. Your fingers close around the leather handle. The first pull does nothing. The blade is so firmly lodged it won't budge an inch.

But you are nothing if not determined.

That is what you busy yourself with until you see a familiar fly come to land on your shoulder. It doesn't cut at your flesh, but it does bite and tug on your shirt. You understand the silent command to follow.

The insect leads you to the dining room. The table is cleaned, but the daughters are all still there, talking in hushed tones among themselves, poker faces adorning their expressions.

Three sets of yellowish eyes immediately fall to the sickle in your hand. Bela raises an amused eyebrow. The redhead whistles. "That looks sexy on you~"

"Can't imagine it would look as good in me." You give Cassandra a pointed look as you pull the chair beside her, but she only shrugs and leans back, motioning for you to hand it over.

"No... did you throw it at her?" Daniela guffaws. "And you missed?"

A sour grimace comes from the brunette. "I wasn't trying that hard..."

"What if I hadn't dodged?" you ask.

"...well. It's good that you did." Cassandra looks down at her manicured nails, as apologetic as she'll let herself be in front of her sisters.

"Do I want to know what was hit instead of Alexia?" Bela carefully asks.

"You really don't." Cassandra shakes her head and they leave it at that for both their sake.

"So." Bela speaks up after a brief moment of silence. "After our discussion with mother, we are to inform you that you're free to come and go from the castle as you please. Cassandra's key is as much hers as it is yours, now. But. Should any other maid escape using it or learn of our weakness, we'll have to do something nobody here wants."

"We'll have to brutally murder you to make an example. And whoever knows." Daniela cuts in and Cassandra gives her a glare. You aren’t looking forward to learning what their interpretation of the word ‘brutal’ is like.

"Yeah I... I could have guessed that." you reply.

"But I'm sure you're smart enough to not let that happen." Bela states. "This settles everything, I think."

"Not everything." Cassandra retorts, a shadow around her eyes.

"Cassandra, drop it. You heard what mother said." The blonde's tone grows harsh.

"What did she say, other than what we already knew?" comes the sharp bite back. "Why is she so vague every time one of us asks how we came to be?"

"I'm sure she has a good reason. What does it even matter about before?"

"Because I'm sick of having nightmares about people I don't remember!" Cassandra slams her hands onto the table. Both you and Daniela flinch back a bit.

You could have already guessed Alcina is not their biological mother. But a lot of puzzle pieces fall into place before your eyes now. And this new picture you're starting to see of the Dimitrescu family isn't a pretty one at all.

The tension between the two siblings is enough to electrify the air around the table.

"Did you ever consider it's probably for the best that you never do remember them?" Bela asks, her irritation ice-cold as opposed to Cassandra's sizzling fire. "Maybe there's a reason nightmares are all that's left."

You can see your lover's jaw clench. Cassandra's fingers curl into white-knuckled fists as she sits back down. "Don't you get these flashes? These almost-memories?"

"No." Bela says as she stands to leave. "I don't get them. And even if I did, I don't much care for leftovers."

"Daniela?" Cassandra asks, turning to her younger sister.

"I uh... I gotta go do a... thing. Bye now!" The redhead disperses into a swarm right there, before any more can be said.

Cassandra huffs in an exasperated, 'of course' manner. Only the two of you are left in the gigantic room, but you're not sure if you should speak up. You're not exactly confident in your ability to comfort others, nor can you tell where she and you currently stand. It doesn't look like either of you has the energy for any type of loaded talk.

You need each other, that much is as certain as the sun’s rise and fall.

And that's enough, for now.

-

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Within the next few days, Cassandra and you take your time gravitating back together.

You let the thought of her ripping you in half slowly bleed away and she probably does the same with the notion of you using her weakness against her.

It starts with little touches, on your shoulder or your hand, as you make plans to spend a night or two in your house at the village once the temperature allows it.

Then one evening she comes to your room complaining about Daniela just like the old times and it feels only natural to rub her back like you used to.

Cassandra leans into you like a purring cat.

"Oh, you're so warm..." she sighs, resting her head atop your shoulder.

Absent-mindedly, you bring your travelling fingers up to her nape, pressing at a tiny knot of tension there with your thumb. A little moan slips past her lips –you're aware of just how close to touching your neck they are– and it hits you straight in the gut. You've missed drawing these sounds out of her.

Cassandra shifts against you and every minuscule brush of her lithe form on yours brings sparks to life. Her finger reaches under your chin to tip it her way.

"If you want us to stop here I need to leave now." she speaks with that impatience in the edges of her voice you recognize well.

"What happens if you stay?" you ask. It's not just your body warming at the thought of keeping her close.

"Don't tempt me, Alexia." Her lower lip just barely traces yours as she says it. "I'm not good at resisting and you know it."

You know it. Maybe that's why you tempt her with another almost-kiss in the first place. You could never deny how badly you wanted her and that certainly hasn't changed.

Cassandra crashes your mouths together hungrily, like she's been left without it for too long and now she can't go another second without having you. Her leg crosses over yours to lift herself into straddling you, two strong thighs bracketing your hips tight.

She's trying, you can tell, to not tear both your clothes off and have what she craves hard and fast and right there.

You keep a smirk to yourself when you slip your tongue into her mouth and unhook the buttons of her outfit extra slow. Her nails press into your shoulders. You refuse to speed up.

"Can you go any faster?" she breathily pants once you trail your lips to her neck.

"I can." you say. And lightly bite her.

She's one step away from ripping your shirt off, you can tell from how her fingers curl on the fabric. So you make the smarter choice and distract her with another little bite where you know she likes it best, just underneath her ear, then guide her clothes off of her.

Cassandra pushes you back into the mattress and kisses you again while her cool hands make short work of your clothes. You let her grind her hips into you for some measure of relief as you continue to suck and nibble on her flushed, sensitive skin. Her hands find purchase on your sheets when she no longer trusts her control to have them on you.

"Will you touch me already?" she growls into your ear. You can feel how badly she needs it from the way she shakes on every caress near her center, but this is your payback for that sickle throw.

"I am." you give her a smirk, then lightly push a fingertip into tight, wet heat to cut off her response.

"Ah. I— fuck Alexia!" You've never heard her curse before. And you can't figure out why it's so sinfully hot. “Oh, yes, darling, there!”

As much as she deserves to be tormented for the fright she gave you, you can hardly contain your own lust when she's moving on top of you like this, calling you ‘darling’ and hers.

Both of you come undone not long after, gripping at each other, her soft cries of pleasure filling the room until she lowers her head over your heart, completely spent.

Your fingers gently comb through her wavy hair. For quite some time, Cassandra looks so relaxed you think she has fallen asleep on you.

Until she lifts her head up and nuzzles your jawline, in a way she probably knows kills you every time she does it. Her teeth trap your earlobe. That spells trouble even before she speaks up:

"You didn't think one round would do it, did you? After all, I have yet to pay you back for sneaking into my room and stealing my key, darling…"

Well.

It turns out you won a battle and started a war that lasts throughout the night. And it's only the first, you're sure, of many to come.

For once in your life, you can't wait for what's next.

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x oc #lady dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #fanfiction #writing #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #thank you for all the support it has been crazy

[petri808]

If you're open for nalu requests, can you write a smut fic where nalu goes to a lingerie store because lucy wants to try on some lingerie and natsu ends up getting aroused? But if you can't it's fine just ignore this ask😊

Hi Nony, this is the last request I’ll do. Decided to save this for @thenaluarchive Sinfully Nalu event Mirror prompt. What did Lucy expect by dragging Natsu lingerie shopping?

“I’ve just got one more stop to make.” Lucy pointed towards the other side of the mall.

“Ugh…” Natsu’s shoulders dropped, “but we’ve been here for 2 hours already, Lucy, and I’m getting hungry.”

“I’ll spring for lunch. Anything you want.”

“I’m holding you to it,” he grumbled, but allowed her to pull him forward.

Natsu knew the mall well enough to know that the section they were heading towards were mostly women’s clothing stores— definitely not where he wanted to be. All these fancy clothes, and accessories, and… stuff that his girlfriend loved to wear. Sure, he didn’t complain cause it made her happy, he just didn’t wanna shop for it. Forever twenty something, Cache or Channel— whatever, “oh, uh-uh, no way,” he jerked them to a halt. “I ain’t going in there.”

“It’s just Victoria’s Secret.”

“Well Victoria can keep her secret. Lucy you’re crazy if you think I’m going in a women’s lingerie store!”

Lucy turned to face, then grabbed both of Natsu’s hands, holding them together close to her chest. “Please,” her eyes begged. “I need you to tell me what you think will be nice on me.”

Thinking about his girl, in lingerie, while standing in a mall was *not* the image Natsu wanted conjuring in his mind. But between the soft, puppy-dog expression, and her whimpering pleading— he was powerless to turn Lucy down. He sighed with a whine. “Fine. I’ll go.”

“Yay!” She giggled, kissed his cheek, and took his hand again, entwining their fingers together. “I’ll make it as painless as possible.”

Yeah, uh-huh, right… Painless.

As they walked down the rows and racks of lingerie, Natsu hummed in his head as a distraction. Bras, panties. Low cut, high cut, thongs, g-strings. Sets, individual pieces. Lace, satin, cotton. So many choices! He let the colors blend in his vision, the scents of brand-new clothing mixed with perfumes sold, or miscellaneous accessories. How do women pick anything when there’s so many options? Give him a t-shirt and jeans and he was good to go.

Every so many picks, Lucy would ask his opinion. ‘Yeah, that’s nice. No, that looks itchy. I like that color. Eww, it doesn’t match you.’ Finding her size in the styles she wanted wasn’t always easy, but after 30 minutes, Lucy had half a dozen or so items to try on. So, they head towards the fitting rooms.

Natsu stopped in front of the doors, and readied himself to stand around and wait—

“You’re coming in with me.” Lucy tugged on his hand. “I need your final opinion.”

Up until now, Natsu had managed to avoid thinking about anything even remotely related to sex, but now?! “Uh-uh, no way!”

“Please…” Lucy turned on the pouty lip-action and puppy-dog eyes again. “It’s not like you won’t see me in them later.”

Natsu gulped hard as the naughty images were unlocked. “Are you trying to kill me in public?”

“Pfft, no,” she giggled. “Stop exaggerating this.”

‘You have no idea, woman…’ “Alright, fine. But don’t blame me if anything happens in there.” Because if the twitch in his pants and slight bulge growing was any indication, it wouldn’t be what she’d be expecting.

“Tch.” Lucy rolled her eyes. “It’ll be fine, Natsu, you’ll see.”

The dressing room was a lot more spacious than he was used to seeing. Men’s fitting rooms, at least the ones he’s been in are like closets with just one full length mirror, and maybe a small bench inside. This one could easily fit them both, with wrap around mirrors to catch every angle. It had a small, cushioned bench along one wall, and a couple of hooks on the inside of the door. But most noteworthy was the fact it was a fully enclosed room— not those partial-length doors at lower-quality stores. It was very, very private.

Natsu sat down on the bench and closed his eyes while Lucy fiddled with her options. He could hear the plastic and metal hangers going up on the hooks, as well as the sounds of his girlfriend shedding her clothing. His mouth suddenly felt dry… Lucy’s voluptuous body bared for him to see with only her regular panties left on— he squeezed his eyes tighter shut. ‘Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it!’

“Ready— Natsu, silly,” Lucy giggled. “How are you gonna tell me if it’s good or not if you can’t see?”

“No.”

Lucy threaded her fingers gingerly through his hair. “Just one peak…”

‘Fuck…’ he groaned as the tightening in his shorts grew uncomfortable. “One peak.”

Natsu opened his eyes and immediately slammed them shut again from the screaming bra and panties glued to her frame. A sheer red with solid fabric only over the nipples and a strip covering her crotch. So much flesh revealed in these outfits, was there even a point to wearing anything at all?

“Great!” His voice squeaked out. “Looks fine.”

Her giggles only added to his demise. The sounds of more fabric rustling, and the twitch in his shorts… Natsu shifted in his seat trying to get comfortable, but he couldn’t. Lucy had grabbed about six of seven different pieces to try, and this was only the beginning. She was too damn sexy, and he swore, derived pleasure out of torturing him like this! Ugh, his cock was so hard right now…

“Okay, next piece,” Natsu heard her say. “I’m not sure about it, cause the color doesn’t seem to look good on me.”

Tch, it could be multi-colored polka dots and Lucy would still be a man’s wet dream. He cracked open one eye. It was a dark green, combo with frilled lace along the waistband. Natsu gulped hard as she did a turn around to reveal a thong and curvy swell of her backside.

“You do realize I’m biased, right?” Natsu blurted out. “Everything looks good on you to me.”

“Awww,” Lucy bent down and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “I still think I’ll add this to the maybe pile,” she spoke as she started removing the pieces. “I think you’ll really like the next one I found; it has these cute flames on them.”

“You know what I’d prefer to see?” Natsu questioned, for he was done holding back.

Lucy stopped mid-way, bent slightly over with the thong down to her thighs. “What?”

Without answering her, Natsu got off the bench and started helping her take the thong off.

“Natsu, what are you—”

Once off, he moved onto her regular panties down.

“Nat— s-stop!” Lucy grabbed for his hands, but she couldn’t do much without twisting or tripping. “What are you do—”

“Keep your voice down.” He tugged those off too leaving her exposed from the waist down.

“Natsu this isn’t funny!” She seethed in an exasperated whisper.

“Neither is this,” he gestured at the bulge in his shorts. Guiding her against the mirrored wall as he spoke. “You said I could choose whatever I wanted for lunch, and I’ve decided to put you on the menu.”

Lucy whimpered when she felt the cold mirror against her bare skin. “But we’re in public.”

“I warned you didn’t I…” Natsu leaned in with a whisper, cheek to cheek. “Then I suggest you not make any noise,” his words wisp out, warm breath fanning down the barren skin as his lips burn a trail over her neck. Lucy dug her fingers into his hair, holding on but not stopping him as he moved lower.

His stops were brief, lips ghosting burning marks along her chest, a mountainous journey over the pillowy bosoms, a few licks against the pert nipples, and lower… down … snaking over her torso to what he was truly after. “Breathe, baby,” Natsu teased at her halted, bated breathing. “Just look forward and watch.”

She sucked in a gulp of air and stared forward at the mirrored image of Natsu going down on her. It was strange to literally watch every move he made like a voyeur living through another’s body. Lucy’s fingers tightened their grip on his hair in anticipation as he spread her legs a little wider…

“Mmm,” he mused in thought on how to get the best angle. “Hold to me,” Natsu suggested, and before she could reply, lifted Lucy’s left leg, and rested it on his shoulder. “Perfect…”

Natsu dove right in, latching his mouth onto the moist folds he knew so well, humming at the quick squeak his girl couldn’t catch in time. But he knew from the pull on his scalp exactly what she was experiencing. He kept one hand on her raised hip, while the fingers of his other toyed around the edge of her wet opening. His tongue pressed and circled around her clit, sucking, palpating, interspersed with soothing flicks and long strokes to lap up the growing sap gathering in the area. He closed his eyes as he relished in the warmth oozing over his face from her beautiful sex.

Heaven help her, Lucy couldn’t stop staring at that mirror… her gripped fingers to his hair and nails digging into his shoulder for dear life from the seasoned oral ministrations that slowly undid her sanity. Just his tongue alone… but the teasing fingers… Oh! Oh— Her thighs clenched to the sides of Natsu’s head as she felt one, then two fingers slipped through her walls. Lucy’s body arched slightly, and head tilted back as those fingers began swiftly pumping.

“Natsu…” Lucy moaned softly through sealed lips. She could feel his grin against her flesh, hear the squishing sounds, and smell the light scent of her extreme arousal. Damn him…

In a race against time, Natsu pumped fast and hard while his mouth and tongue devoured Lucy’s sex and sanity with an intensity to rival any known battle for supremacy. Each passing second, drawing the heated coil at her core closer to snapping. Her legs trembled, yet clenched and stiffened as his fingers pummeled, bumping the swollen sex being driven to his knuckles reach. He could feel Lucy start unraveling and held firmly to her hip bone as the jerky spasms rocked her body in orgasmic euphoria.

“Stop, stop, stop—” Lucy clawed at his back and neck as she whimpered from the immense pressure boiling in her body, and radiant moisture pooled in her eyes. “Please… enough, Natsu my legs are gonna give out.”

After giving her pussy a few more licks to clean up the excess juices, Natsu finally obliged and put down Lucy’s leg, then stood up while still supporting her as she caught her breath. He licked around his lips and cleaned off his fingers. “Best lunch in the world,” he grinned.

“Oof!” Lucy playfully slapped his chest with a short laugh. “Not what I’d meant. And now I don’t have time to try on the rest.”

“Why not?”

Lucy started putting on her regular clothes. “We’ve been in here for too long, it’ll be suspicious.”

“Tch, then just buy all of it if you like them, cause I’m telling you they’ll all look great on you.”

She glared at him. “Fine, but after pulling that stunt, now you owe me lunch!”

Natsu shrugged and grabbed all the hangers of clothing. “Okay, since you’ll need your strength later.”

“Later?”

The widest seedy grin bloomed on Natsu’s face. “You’ll see…”

#nalu #sinfully nalu #prompt mirrors #nalu smut #nalu au #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #nalu fan fiction #nalu fan fic #smut fic #fairy tail

[strawberry-nugget]

Bnha characters as things I've said or have been said to me

A/n: halfway through writing this, I realised many things have been said to me in a very mean way, I had just filtered them in my brain to the point everything seems funny now. Fear not, these are just super out of context things that are very humorous.

Disclaimer: minors dni, every character depicted is over 18 years of age.

Warnings: mentions of periods, spoilers for the amazing spiderman 2 (I believe), language, mhhhm if you find anything else kindly let me know so I can put it in the warnings

Uraraka (to Aoyama): we don't all have to like Big Time Rush just because you do! 

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Denki: I'm going to give this dog my lunch

Bakugo: don't, have you ever seen a dog eat cheese puffs? 

Denki: yes... No?

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Jirou, accidentally leaking during her period

Sero: WHAT'S WITH ALL THAT BLOOD

Jirou: i- ah, cut my hand? Uh? Yeah I guess?! I cut my hand

Sero: SHOW ME YOUR HAND WE HAVE TO STOP THE BLEEDING, EVERYONE! JIROU'S HAND IS BLEEDING

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Amajiki: how do you tongue someone? 

Kirishima: it's like? An?? Octopus?? 

Amajiki: octopus? 

Kirishima: in like, texture and stuff

Amajiki: wait what? 

Kirishima: just get your tongue in their mouth it's not hard

Amajiki: why octopus tho i-

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Reporter: Deku, who do you think is going to make it to the next big 5 of the hero charts? 

Shoto oh, oh, can I say? 

Deku: obviously my- well yes shoto you may say your own guesses, 

Shoto: *passionately swaying back and forth while singing 'I don't want to miss a thing'*

Deku: shoto? Shoto uhmm we're waiting

Shoto: OHHHHH

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Mina, texting Bakugo: I'm never taking you along with me next time I do my nails. 

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Mirko: stop being so pretty- oh my god did a fucking horse just turn around to stare at you? 

Hawks: I'm pretty sure I just caught its attention while passing by, calm your tits

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Denki: which celebrity would you sleep with? 

Bakugo: none

Denki: what? 

Bakugo: You heard me. None

Denki: even if they paid you? 

Bakugo: yeah.. I'm never having sex so good luck with fishing an answer out of everyone else

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Deku: uh that's actually incorrect, the joker doesn't have a backstory and by assigning him one you're taking all the essence away from his character. Justifying the acts of a canonically psychopathic serial killer with a fixation on a bunch of people by giving him a conventionally moral and excusable story to make him relatable is against the idea of why he's still who he is and that's what's wrong with our society. I think we are willing to excuse villains if they have a heartbreaking backstory but the point with Joker is that he doesn't have one so nice try making him be someone who could ever be salvaged. Now if you open the killing joke by Alan Moore and Frank Miller you will see that Batman is also of same nature, although in his face we find someone we can and should feel sympathy for-

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Tsuyu watching spiderman with Bakugo and Sero: what's coming out of her nose? 

Bakugo: blood. She's literally dying

Sero: BRO!

Tsuyu: And why is it coming from her nose? 

Sero: she hit her head so that's? Natural? 

Tsuyu? Didn't she hit the back of her head? 

Bakugo: LET ME WATCH THIS SCENE IN PIECE OH MY GOD

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Hawks: First of all, uncross your arms. You're in defense mode and I'm not attacking you… right now. We'll see what happens in a while 

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Momo: I didn't mean it when I said don't text me back if you don't make a move on them. Text me back I miss you. 

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Jirou: just because I went to see black Panther with you does not mean we're together

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Koda: yes, I am gonna carry this dog until we find a place for it to pee and then I'm carrying it back, is that so hard to grasp

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Tokoyami: I just realised that the joke with not being able to not see John Cena is because it's a pun with his name

Kirishima: I'm pretty sure it's because of a move of his

Tokoyami: you seem to know about this stuff. I trust you

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Iida: wake up! Now! Were in a club and you screamed that this is a nice piece of broken glass and you run your finger over it? Are you insane? 

Uraraka: but its-

Iida: DON'T FALL ASLEEP, NO DON'T TOUCH THE GLASS AGAIN

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Mina: wait- deku is NOT your boyfriend? 

Uraraka: no!? 

Mina: I thought you two had SOMETHING going on? 

Uraraka: in his head? 

Mina: HE- ISN'T HE LIKE IN LOVE WITH YOU? 

Uraraka: wait what? 

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Toga: I thought you were a bitch when I met you, I put on il ballo del la qua and you turned it off. I can't trust anyone who doesn't want to dance to this song! 

Shigaraki: maybe I'm just emo okay? Otherwise I'm harmless. Also. I was dressed as a vampire, I had to maintain my image at all costs

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Dabi: *sings grenade by bruno Mars in every small gathering of the Lov and forces everyone to listen*

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Aoyama, only listening to 5sos for four days: momo can you please buy me the 5sos book for my birthday? 

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If you ask for part two I am simply going to expose how many dumb bitch moments or trauma I have which idk if it's humorous content. Anyways... Who wants to see bnha and shy things I do next?

#katsuki bakugo #eijiro kirishima #deku #uraraka ochacho #mina ashido #mha aoyama #asui tsuyu #fumikage tokoyami #koda mha #shoto torodoki #hawks #mirko #iida tenya #bnha #jirou kyouka #momo yaoyozoru #bnha headcanons #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha fanfiction #mha headcanons #bakugou headcanons #midoriya izuku

[lucy90712]

Decorating the nursery (pregnancy series)

Series masterlist 

George:

We have been collecting furniture for the nursery the past few weeks and now its all here so we can finally decorate. We have done absolutely nothing to the nursery which is just our spare room even though we could have because the two of us have been too lazy but today we are going to tackle it.

To start with we built all the furniture most of which wasn't too tricky but the cot really got us for some reason we just kept putting pieces in the wrong way it not being able to find the next part we needed. Eventually we got it built and put everything in my middle of the room to paint it, I had decided on a light grey paint for the room because it was simple and not too bright to be looking at all the time.

I tried my best with the painting but I could only paint the middle of the walls because I can't reach up and bending down is not a good idea or I'll never get back up. This isn't coming out of nowhere either the other day I got down to pick something up and was literally stuck for a good 5 minutes until I managed to shout loud enough for George to hear me and help me get back up so since I have been extra careful.

George did most of the work on the nursery which I felt really bad about but it he wouldn't let me do too much because he didn't want me to hurt anything or work too hard and be exhausted for the rest of the day. He did a good job of it though the walls looked really nice and all the furniture fit in nicely he also laid out extra decorations which probably won't stay long but for now they are nice.

Dream:

It's finally the day that me and Clay are going to decorate the nursery we have been so excited about it and wanted to do it together which is why we had to wait for a day that we had a good chunk of time free. Today happened to be that day so we started off cleaning out everything that was in the room before thats not going in the nursery and then getting the paint to paint the walls white.

We have a vision for the room and we thought white walls would go best and luckily the walls were already a pretty light colour so they would only need one coat. Clay did all of the painting while I watched him putting clothes into the chest of draws which came prebuilt, I was willing to help him to get things done quicker but he said that he wanted me to take it easy seeing as there isn't long left in my pregnancy so I'm practically a walking liability.

Once the walls were done we worked together on building the furniture which was all in a dark wood which we both loved as soon as we saw it. The colour was beautiful and the wood was no only easy to clean but it looked nice when it all matched. When the furniture was built Clay moved it all into place and then we decorated with all the thing we had brought to go around the room most of which were either pink or white which really tied it all together. The room looked so good I was so excited to see our little baby in here.

Sapnap:

Me and Sapnap  have been thinking about what to do for the nursery for ages because we are just so indecisive but it's getting to the point where we need to get it done or we'll be doing it while juggling a newborn which wouldn't be ideal. So after just looking at the room which Sapnap used to use for streaming we made a decision on how to decorate it so went out to get paint.

We decided to paint the walls a light blue colour which was one that Sapnap really liked when we were looking at paints so I let him go with it seeing as I had picked most of the furniture. He really went all out and did all the painting at a million miles an hour I'm convinced dream has got to him way too much he's speed running parts of life now.

Anyway once we has done he helped me with building furniture and putting it in place with everything that was meant to go in it in there which was the part that look the longest folding all the away clothes because we have way too many but they will come in handy I'm sure. Sapnap was so proud of how it looked but he wanted to add one more thing so he grabbed this one thing he's had since he was little and put it on the shelf for our son when he gets older.

Quackity:

I have been out with my family today leaving Alex alone in the house so now I'm back I'm not going to lie I'm slightly scared to see what he's done all day. Before I was pregnant I know he would just edit a video or whatever but since I've been pregnant he's been very obsessive about doing things like cleaning or just doing something to prepare for the baby.

In the house everything looked pretty normal and like how I left it but there was no Alex to be seen so there is still a chance that he's done something. I checked the bedroom and he wasn't in there so I called out for him and he met me in the hallway covered in paint, this confirmed my suspicion that he had been up to something.

"What the hell have you been up to?" I asked

"Come on I have something exciting to show you" he replied

He dragged me into the nursery which was now pretty much completely done with all the clothes folded or hung up the only thing not done was decorations which were in the middle of the room waiting for me to get here and help put them around the room. All of it was done so nicely I was honestly shocked that Alex had done this all on his own. We spent a while putting little ornaments around that the baby wouldn't appreciate but we do so its fine plus she can have them later in life as keep sakes.

Karl:

This week me and Karl have been working on the nursery and yes we have been doing it all week we just really want it to be perfect not just for the baby but for us too seeing as we are going to be spending so much time in there with him putting him to sleep or feeding so it needs to be cute and practical. It's been going pretty good and most of it is up to the standard we are going for just a few touches we need to add today after going shopping.

Me and Karl are going out to get some decorations for the room to go on shelves and to find a chair to go next to the crib, the space was empty and we realised it would be useful for reading him to sleep and for when I'm feeding him so thats out plans. We found some cute decorations that are also toys he can play with in the future and a chair that fits in with the theme of the room.

Back at home we put everything up and reorganised it about a million times until everything fit in perfectly. The room looks immaculate right now but I'm sure that will change as soon as the baby's here because we will stop caring enough to tidy it but for now it's the tidiest room in the house. Karl took pictures of it to put on his private twitter because he's just so proud of our hard work.

Wilbur:

Me and Wilbur haven't spent loads of time all at once on the nursery because we just don't have the time or the energy to do so. We have done some things like built furniture and painted walls we just haven't put it all together which is our plan for today, we have a lot of little decorations which we want to put around the room.

We started by putting all the furniture where we wanted it and then moving it around to make it perfect and then the mundane work began like moving all the clothes we have into the room and cleaning things before getting on with decorating it. Wilbur put some musical things in the room and I put more cute things in but they all had somewhat of a meaning to us or our lives which is what we wanted for the baby room because then when she's older we can explain it all to her and he can keep some of the things as memories.

The main thing we wanted with the nursery is for it to be simple so that as she grows and develops a personality we can add and change things to fit it and we want the room to reflect our lifestyle too.

In the end the room turned out just how I wanted it to if not better and I can't wait for our little girl to be in here and for our lives to change forever.

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[floofs-headcanons]

Hello Reiu and Hamfie! I hope you both are doing well. First, do you have rules or a guideline for requests? About what you write or not, what characters and how many, in what form (hcs, one shots, etc)...

Second, may I request Ace, Sabo and Law being saved by a mermaid? And until they need to leave again they spend some time together and the boys can't avoid falling for the reader?

Thank you so much! Welcome back!

Rescued by a Mermaid; Headcanons

Characters; Ace, Sabo, Law

hello! we’re doing good, thank you for asking! and yes, we do have rules and guidelines, they’ve been rewritten and pinned by the time this is posted! Sorry for the long wait on this one we had a little bit of trouble with ideas ;  ;

ACE —

The heavens had sent you an angel, only to let him drown.

Perhaps it was quite bold of you to leave the safety of the sea in the first place, but your curiosity had gotten the better of you. Of this man and his strange craft, powered by what you can only assume to have been his devil fruit. A peek wouldn’t hurt, right?

Well it definitely didn’t hurt you, but it did scare him.

Watching him tumble off his one man raft, there is a sense of urgency- fear. The realization that he could not swim; 

But you can.

Your first meeting was perhaps not the best, but Ace laughs it off, unbothered by the occurrence.

Perhaps it is your worry that keeps you around at first- he did almost drown after all. It would be good to keep an eye on him...

Ace isn’t very against the idea, he’s aware of how much it weighs against your conscious and if it would make you feel better to travel with him for a while- there really was no harm in the company.

You learn very quickly just how much mischief this man gets up to and in to.

Honestly, you’ve experienced- and its barely been a week. 

From the insane encounters with the marines to cocky pirates thinking they could take on Fire Fist Ace of all people- there is never truly a dull day when you’re by his side. 

Speaking to him though, is probably your favourite thing to do. 

Swimming alongside his Striker, you have a great many conversations- be it about his many adventures across the New World, to his current mission and hunt, Ace is full of surprises.

Perhaps the most surprising of them all is when night hits and he camps out by the beach. There’s something incredibly sober about the way he looks under the firelight and for the first time, you really take a moment to admire his features.

He’s not simply just loud and rowdy, but neither is he cold and calculating like an action movie Casanova; Ace isn’t like that. 

You think he has a greater hold on you than you do on him- but you’re sorely mistaken. 

Even when you eventually parts ways and he leaves you with a blinding smile, equivalent only to the sun, you know not the impact you have left in his bleeding heart.

But the sea calls for her sailors and he had a mission to see through.

You’d never know, as he left you with his vivre card, how much he would’ve loved to see you once more.

“Will you visit me?”

“Of course! It’s a promise.” 

SABO —

Sabo was perhaps just a bit too over-confident in his abilities, and a little too forgetful in the fact that he no longer had the ability to swim.

You’re very much not pleased when battleships start sailing in your direction and even less pleased when people start falling into the water left and right. Thankfully, all of them simply swim back up to the surface rather quickly, all except for one.

There’s no reason for you to save him- after all, he was part of the ruckus. Yet even with that train of thought, you find yourself moving towards him, cradling him in your embrace before dragging him to the surface. 

Some air would do him some good. 

To be frank you were ready to give him a piece of your mind once he started waking up- but holy shit was he pretty. 

Your irritation was swallowed temporarily to be replaced with concern when he starts coughing. The poor thing did almost drown, but that didn’t excuse him from disturbing your peaceful day.

He takes your words quite well, offering a sheepish smile in apology and a well overdue introduction.

A revolutionary? And the chief of staff at that?

Perhaps if you’d been in the mood, you might’ve made some snide remark over his careless demeanor, but you were much too intrigued by this new found knowledge.

You’d eventually get him back- after all, you had made the executive decision to come with him, if only for a while. 

He agrees to let you come with him on the condition you’d stay away from anything dangerous and in turn keep him out of trouble [like drowning]. 

It’s a risk by all means- this is a classified mission, but some detours and shortcuts can be advantageous. 

Like your company for example. 

Not a day goes by without some witty banter or the other.

In his eyes, you’re seem so awestruck by every story he shares, particularly enamored by the tales of his youth alongside his brothers. 

Having you around is like a breath of fresh air while his mind is drowning in the sea.

It’s difficult to say goodbye- when he has to meet up with the others upon the completion of his mission. It wouldn’t be right to drag you into their affairs and he’d rather you not be directly involved if he can help it. 

But he makes it clear he’ll be back, you know he’d never lie. Not with that stupid smile on his face. 

“Wait for me!”

“Just try not to drown until then.”

It’s so cheesy, the smile he gives you, “I wouldn’t mind drowning if it means you’ll be there to save me again.” 

You 100% drench him for that one. 

LAW —

You’re certainly not too trusting of humans, but curiosity has always overweighed that fear.

It’s stormy the day you decide to swim out of your little bubble and explore the endless depths of the sea, and perhaps also very fortunate. Even in the raging storm you could hear the shouts of people, possibly pirates, and their rapid footsteps as they tried to clear their... vessel from tipping over.

“Captain!” Even through the heavy rain and roaring waves you could hear members of the crew call out, followed by a loud crash as body meets water.

The heart pirates are more than shocked when their captain resurfaces not even moments later, arm swung over another person’s shoulder and coughing out large amounts of water

He’s grateful for the help but he sure wasn’t expecting you to ask to get on the ship

“This is your pirate ship, right? Can I hitch a ride?”

Can you what now

Shachi and Penguin are more than delighted to say yes for Law

You’re just a little too curious for your own good, asking about everything from what their ship was actually called- you learn it’s a submarine called the Polar Tang- and very quickly make friends with Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin. Jean Bart scares you just a bit.

And of course making friends with those three means making friends with Law, whether he wants to or not

He’s a lil annoyed at first

Why does everyone insist on treating his sub like it was their home

But he warms up to you easily- considering how much time he’s spent with Luffy this was nothing

He likes spending time with you during his breaks. You’ve traveled plenty despite your caution of humans, and there’s a great deal of stories to tell.

“I almost got eaten, you know!”

“Maybe if you weren’t so reckless you wouldn’t have.”

He’s never thought to find banter fun before (that’s a lie, he just won’t accept it) but it sure is nice to talk to you.

When time comes for you to leave he doesn’t ask you to stay- he doesn’t tell you how he likes your company or how he’d like to spend more time with you.

He simply leans over the railing of the sub along with everyone else, “You’re welcomed back anytime.”

“I’ll hold you to that!”

#portgas d ace #sabo #trafalgar law #one piece headcanons #portgas d ace x reader #sabo x reader #trafalgar law x reader #i beat up hamfie for the ending of ace's hcs real #one piece x reader

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Becoming Mine (Vincenzo)

Summary: Y/N is working with Vincenzo and a loyal ally from Italy. Han seok captures her and tortures her for information. She holds out longer than he hoped and wants her loyalty for himself.//SMUT WARNING, MINORS DNI

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Jang Hanseok sent Ms. Choi to get her hands dirty and oversee the torture of Y/N for information. Y/N and Vincenzo grew up in the Mafia together. They taught each other everything.

He has asked Y/N for help with taking down Babel and she said yes without any questions asked. And now she has to suffer the consequences of loyalty.

First they started with electrocution. They tied her to a metal chair and put spark plugs on the back side of the chair. They would send a jolt, each longer than the last. "Go to hell!" She yells at Ms. Choi after the jolt that lasted 20 seconds.

Then they moved on to cutting with the thinnest daggers. Death by a thousand cuts, she always thought it was a cliche thing to use. But hey, to each their own torture method.

Her hair sticks to her forehead and the sides of her neck as he digs his knife across her collar bone. "Fuck!"

Ms. Choi walks into Hanseok's office with a grimace. "What's wrong?" "She's not breaking. She's a lot stronger than I thought." Ms. Choi says, linking her hands behind her back. Hanseok stands from his chair and rounds the desk.

"What tactics have you used?" He asks. "Electrocution, cutting, waterboarding, fire and even bludgeoning and she still tells me to go to hell." Choi rambles.

"I could use someone of her loyalty," Hanseok states. "I want to meet her," he adds. "With all due respect, sir, she'll never agree to that. She's endure days of torture for Vincenzo, she isn't going to give him up or betray him. She's willing to risk her life for him." "Will you risk your life for me?" He asks, searching her face for a response.

"I'll kill anyone you tell me to, sir," "That didn't answer my question. I still want to see her." He says. Ms. Choi drives him to the warehouse where they keep Y/N. She was currently unconscious from the pain she has endured. Hanseok's face grimaced and he says, "You took get your hands dirty a little too literally."

Y/N gasped as she regain consciousness and she groaned softly. She looked up to see Jang Hanseok and he smiles. "Who the hell are you?" She asked before spitting out some blood in her mouth. "Hopefully, I'll be your new boss." He says, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "In your dreams, tough guy." She snarks.

A man punches her across the face and she looked at him with pure annihilation and vexation. That look gave Hanseok butterflies in his stomach. The feeling was beyond the norm and he had no idea what the origin was. She opened her mouth to say something else but Hanseok intercepted.

"Touch her again, and I'll have you thrown off a building." He threatens. Hanseok watched as the man stepped away from her. "You, cut her loose," He adds, pointing to another man.

"Sir, are you sure about this?" Choi asked and he didn't answer. She was cut free and the first thing Y/N grabs is the man's throat before breaking it.

Another man came at her and she ducked under the punch before punching him twice in his armpit before punching his throat. She limps over to the table where her weapons were and grabbed her smaller knives.

She tossed them in the air and within seconds, three men dropped dead with the knives in their skulls. Which only left Ms. Choi and Jang Hanseok.

She grabs a gun from one of the corpses and aimed it at them. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you both," "Do that and my men sets that entire plaza on fire with everyone inside."

"I'm calling your bluff lady, you're just trying to save your ass because you know that I'll put bullet in your head without blinking," she says as she cocks the gun and applies steady pressure on trigger.

"Wa-" she pulls the trigger and sends a bullet straight through Ms. Choi's head. Hanseok chuckles wryly before saying, "Now I'm in need of a new lawyer and strategist," he says, his hands still stuffed in his pockets.

"Who are you?" "The CEO of Babel," he answers nonchalantly. "So you're the one who started all this,"

"Well I can't take all the credit. She had her fair share," he says, referencing to Ms. Choi. Red dots appear on Y/N chest and she notices. "I have this place surrounded. One move to shoot me and you'll get shot to pieces. Just take the easy way and work for me. It'll be a lot of fun." "Right, like killing innocent people is fun,"

"It seems like you enjoy killing people." "Only those who deserve it," she snaps. "Regardless of your intentions, my guys wills drop you before you can fire. Question is, do you want to live and be treated like a queen?"

She doesn't respond and he adds, "Or I can kill both you and your mother. She loves to visit a little shop in.. Siena, right? What's it's called again?"

Her grip tightens on the gun before tossing it across the room. "Kill her and I promise to kill you and every single one of your sponsors," "Looks like you and I have more in common than we thought. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He walks out of the warehouse and she hesitantly follows.

Y/N's POV

You sigh softly as you stepping into the cold, crisp in contrast of the warm, misty air in bathroom. You had pulled your hair into a loose ponytail before you put on Hanseok's shorts and t-shirt. You hate to say it, but his clothes were extremely comfortable. He promised to take me out shopping tomorrow for clothes.

"I didn't know what you liked so I bought everything," he says, referencing to the various plates of food on the kitchen counter. Your eyes settle on kimchi jiagae and you make your way over to the table.

You a grab a few bowls to try some of the kimchi jiagae, bulgogi, dakdoritgang, dakgangjeong and mixed rice. You set them on the tray sit on the pillow he prepared for you.

"You like spicy food, huh?" He says and you nod. "Yeah, my brother likes spicy food too." You wait until he comes back with his tray of food to dig in. You hum lowly as you eat your bulgogi and you feel a hand touch my chin. You pull away and look at him with confused.

"What the hell are you doing?" "I'm sorry, I just.. you look.. you're beautiful," "If you think that you can someone convince me into sleeping with you, you have another thing coming,"

"What? I can't appreciate your beauty without something in return?" He asks innocently. "Hell no," you sneer. He chuckles before saying, "I'm going to have some fun with you."

Over the next few weeks, he has bought you a whole new wardrobe, shoes and jewelry. He's even made sure my hair and nails are done with complementary spa days.

He's been pampering you ever since you were a part of his life. You've been enjoying it but you've developed a sense of waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It also raises questions. Why did he choose you? How long will this pampering thing last? Is your mom still held hostage? What is he planning on doing with Vincenzo?

"Hey, kitten." You roll your eyes at his new pet name for you. You have no idea where he got it from because you are nothing like a kitten. You were playful or adventurous, but you were high maintenance.

"How many times do I have to tell.." you trail off as you see him in a light blue three piece suit with white leather shoes. His hair was combed to the side with gel and you could smell his cologne from where you sat.

"Why are you dressed like that?" "Do you like it?" He say, nearing you slowly. "No," you lie and he smiles at you. "You sure about that?" He leans his hands on either side of you and ducked his head to be at your eye level. "I bought you a matching dress. Get dressed, we leave in an hour."

He nudges his nose against yours before leaving the room and leaving you hot and bothered. Ever since you walked in on him lifting weights without his shirt, your mind came up with various, filthy scenarios that made your panties soaked.

You stand up from the chair and walked into the bedroom to see a goregous silk, light blue dress with diamond seam around the midrange of the stomach.

You take a shower and apply your favorite lotion and perfume before you slide on the dress. You latch on the sparkly, light blue heels. You put on your robe and sit down to apply some foundation, highlight and mascara on to your face.

You were just about to clip your hair up and leave a few curls out but you hear Hanseok say, "Leave your hair down." You look at him through the mirror to see him leaning his arm on the door frame, pulling his dress shirt taught around his solid biceps. He eyes you with a soft smile on his face. "You look beautiful," he says as he nears you once again.

"I know." You stand up and meet him half way across the room. "Shall we?" He says , offering you his arm. "Let's just get this night over with,"

**

You two return at one in the morning and you were infuriated. He spent the whole night flirting with random women at the gala. "You make no sense to me, Jang Hanseok." You say, taking off your earring and tossing them on the dresser.

"What makes you say that?" He asks, sitting on the bed to take off his shoes. "You pamper me with all these gifts, clothes, jewelry to convince me to stay in your life and then you spend the entire night flirting with every one you could lay your eyes on." You snap.

He takes off his vest with a sigh and loosens his tie. "I wanted to see if you cared. Cared about me and my attention." "Well, do you?" He adds. "If I didn't care, do you think I would have said anything?" You snap.

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you inches away from his face. He tightens his grip and says through gritted teeth, "I've had enough of your attitude, just answer the question."

"I just did." His fingers dig into you neck enough to cause discomfort but not enough to break skin. "Do you care about me?" He asks. "Unfortunately, yes." "Why unfortunately?" "It only makes it harder to-" "

"To betray me?" You push his hand away and say, "What the hell makes you think of something like that? I was going to say it makes it harder to say no but you always think everyone is out to get you. It should be me asking the qu-"

He stops your rant by slamming his lips on yours. One hand rests on the back of your head and the other smooths over the dip of your back.

Your fingers work on unbuttoning his shirt as you walk him onto the bed. He sits on the edge and pulls you into his lap. You pull his shirt off his shoulder and leave kisses up his chest in it's wake.

He moans softly and you could feel his hard on press against your inner thigh. You tug the rest of his shirt off and push his back on the bed. You buck your hips against him and a soft whine leaves his lips.

You quiet him by tenderly biting down on his bottom lip. His lips latched onto yours and presses your core harder against him.

He pulls your hair gently to evade your attention from his lips. He rolls you on you stomach and stands. "Han seok, what are you-" he rips the dress open from the back, making you yell out in surprise.

"Damn it, I liked that dress." "There's plenty more where that came from kitten," he smooths his hands up the back of your legs and squeezes your ass.

You pull off the rest of your mangled dress, leaving you in your white lace set. "And don't you dare rip-" he rips the lace underwear in two and pulls you so your knees are on the edge of the bed. "I'm going to kill you, Han seok."

"I've been wanting to get a taste of you since I set my eyes on you." You let out a squeak when you feel his hot breath agaisnt your core.

You've never been in the position before so you have no idea what the expect. He licks up the stripe with slow, deep licks, each lick lasting longer on your clit. "Oh God," you grip the sheets with a white knuckle grip when he curls his tongue along the upper wall and caresses a g-spot. Your legs started to shake and loud moans leave your lips when he slips in two fingers and curled them hard.

You tried crawling away from him, feeling overwhelmed of the pleasure but he holds you back by your thighs. With a few more licks, you release yourself on his tongue and he hums with satisfaction.

"You taste a lot better than I thought, baby." Your body already started to twitch and you could tell that this was going to be a long night.

You roll onto your back and chills roll down your spine when you see him licking your juices off of his fingers. Pushing yourself backwards, he pulls you closer to him by your ankles. "Han seok, please. It's too much."

"You're doing great, kitten. Just relax and let it wash over you." He says softly, pecking your lips before settling himself between your legs once again.

He spreads your legs wide before he sucks on your clit harder and faster than the first time, sending shock waves through your body. "Fuck! Oh my God!"

Looking down at him, he locks eyes with you and he completely devours your bundle of folds. He alternate between licking side to side and up and down with a curl of his tongue.

Your back arches and stars cloud your vision as you come down from your second high. He pulls away from you with his lower face covered in your juices. "Come here," he lifts your trembling body and dropping it into his lap. He smooths his hands over your ass before unbuckling his dress pants.

He pulls down his boxers and his erection stands up tall, making your whimper. He's going to destroy you. "I'll be gentle," he whispers, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

You nod your head in agreement and lines himself up at your entrance. Throwing your head back as your walls expand and contract around him. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his neck and he bounces you in his lap.

Time slows a few seconds when you meet his gaze. "Oh God," you chant as the knot intensified in your stomach. "I'm close, Han seok."

His lips locked with yours and your boys jolts forward when his thumb rubs hard circles on your clit. Your entire body spasms as he cums inside of you but he continued to rub circles until you came.

He stayed buried inside of you while you sat in his lap as you both catches your breaths. Resting his forehead against yours, he says, "I love you. You believe me what I say that, right?"

You nod and holds the sides of your face. "Say it," "I love you," "Good girl," he pulls out of you and slides you both under the covers.

You lay directly ontop of him with a thin sheet covering the both of you, sighing as he draws circles on your back.

#kdrama fanfic #vincenzo #kdramas #smut

[hanazou]

matching onesies with him.

Books : Dazai | Chuuya | Oda

Shelf : Mixed

Genre : Fluff, domestic

Note : I did this of my own accord because I am, in fact, a softie

Dazai Osamu

This clingy crackhead.

Dazai will be the first to come up with the idea. It's actually a random one and he asked it so spontaneously, he doesn't expect you to actually say yes.

"Sure, why not?" You agreed.

He's both surprised and elated, and he didn't hide this reaction at all.

"Oh, darling!" He wrapped a hug around your neck. "You always revive my heart with your love!"

You both will be enthusiastic about picking the onesies and agree to surf the net instead of looking from shop to shop since Dazai is under the supervision of a certain angry Kunikida

It almost feels like babysitting. Not that you hate it right? Should you get an identical pair with different sizes? Or complementary ones?

Dazai will call the customer service to ask if they have black crow onesies since crows represent death in some cultures. The response is obviously no and it's obvious that the customer service was confused.

"That's a shame," Dazai whined disappointedly, shoulders dropping. "Wouldn't it be both cute and poetic if we had a double suicide while wearing matching crow onesie? Two achievements in one!"

At that point you wouldn't even be surprised anymore. You will just take the phone away from him to apologise and thank the customer service. You have to convince Dazai that you won't find a onesie of that kind

"Wait, don't tell me," You stared at him. "The reason you want to get onesies is just to wear a matching crow pair?"

"Is it?" He grinned mischievously. "Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong, but I just want to match with you."

Other ADA members will wonder what you and Dazai were doing, Kunikida the most. He isn't exactly curious, more like suspicious. What's that good-for-nothing Dazai up to now?

Eventually you find a pair of identical ones. Kind of rare designs too! Guess what?

Crabs! In red! The little eyes on the hood!

It will take less than a week for the onesies to arrive in a small box. When it does Dazai will pull out a cutter so energetically Atsushi will think he's going to pull a suicide attempt with it

"AAH! Dazai-san! No!"

Nothing will happen aside from Dazai stabbing the box (while making sure he doesn't cut the onesies inside. he's good with blades, ex Port Mafia and all)

The crab pincers for your hands are soft like mittens and so smooth???? Imagine sweaterpaws but with crab pincer mittens (!!)

It will take everything in you to stop Dazai from wearing it that instant since a client Fukuzawa talked about will be coming. You will need Atsushi's help to take it off him but let's not talk about it

Both of Dazai's legs are already in the onesie too..

It seems like Kyouka wants one. Yosano and Naomi will tell Atsushi to buy the girl one and match with her

When Dazai and you go home together, he will be so excited to wear the onesies immediately. Dazai will be light on his feet.

And when you finally put yours on? Pictures. Dazai will take lots of pictures of you. You're a piece of art and he wants pictures so he can recall the image anytime

"Oh, dearest~ How is it possible for you to be so cute?" He began his dramatic poses, a hand over his head while spinning like a ballet dancer.

You both will take a lot of couple pictures.

"Love, you are so adorable I want to eat you!"

"Is it me who's cute or the crab?" You teased back.

When Dazai makes a troubled expression to answer your question, you will have to pinch him 💢

If you can cook crab soup, wouldn't it be funny to make and eat one with Dazai while wearing crab onesies? He will be so clingy when you do it, like an old school married couple; when you cook, he'll be bugging you while hugging from behind. It feels cozy, don't blame him

You have to be keen with your eyes so you won't miss Dazai secretly pouring ajinomoto to the soup. Get him a healthier diet, I'm begging you.

"Look, the crab is red like us." He pointed at the soup. "And like your face when I do this." He took advantage of you turning your head to peck your cheek.

He will also pinch your nose with his pincer mitten. "Boop!" It's a challenge. Boop his nose back.

You think he's already as clingy as he can be, huh? Wrong. You are absolutely wrong. If he previously sticks around you like a magnet, this time he's glued to you.

Even in the shared living space, he won't let you go. Is it the softness of the onesie under his touch, the warmth, or your cuteness? Well, it's all of them. What then?

Snuggles.

You both cuddle together in the futon until falling asleep together. You feel twice as warm.

He's the big spoon, let him feel the smoothness of the onesie while feeling your heat. And for once, the double suicide joke stopped for the rest of day. That's how much this impacts him, and you're proud of him.

Nakahara Chuuya

Matching with Chuuhuahua in a onesie? You lucky fella.

You have to be the one initiating it with Chuuya. Baby boy will be like "Eeh?" at first. He's not against it at all but more like, confused. The request is out of the blue

"Come on, why not?" You tilt your head. "It will feel so soft to cuddle with?"

That's it, that's the spell for him to agree

Mans is a Port Mafia executive, you can't go out from shop to shop in a mall to get your onesie with his schedule, so you have to settle with online shopping with this guy too

Only when he has time to spare from beating up people

You will sit together on a couch at the headquarters once Chuuya and you don't have missions. It's a good chance to relax and unwind together too

Chuuya knows best where to find clothes, including onesies. There are so many options! Dinosaurs, frogs, bears, Sanrio characters, Doraemon, Pikachu, Line characters, pandas, unicorns, penguins!! (I should stop fantasizing Chuuya in each of them)

Chuuya will act cool and chill about it at first, but he actually got invested in choosing and thankfully he isn't a crackhead unlike a certain someone

He has a good fashion sense I don't accept criticism, and this side of him will jump out while both of you scroll the catalogue. He nails both street wear and mafia outfits daily, so you can bet he'd pick the best onesies for you both

"This one doesn't suit you," He moved to the next option. "These are the only colours available? Pass.", "What's with the unnecessarily long tail?", "Oh maybe this? Wait, I don't like the stripes."

Of course, he will listen to your opinion too but since you feel he's better at this, you just either nod or shake your head with him

You have to be careful with your words when picking the size (this is much more valid if you're taller) or he'll go "I'm not that short!"

Kouyou and Mori (+ Elise) will catch you both on the couch together while browsing, comfy and all, and Kouyou asked what you two were doing. Chuuya's face will be as red as wine.

When you want to explain, his gloved hand will cover your mouth and he frantically shakes his head, screaming "Don't!" silently.

But alas, while you want to tell him there's nothing to be embarrassed of, Kouyou will take the phone from your hand with a curious grin and a "What's this~?"

Chuuya will just accept fate at that point, growling to himself and all

Kouyou and Mori won't expect to see a catalogue of onesies, apparently. The "Huh," on their faces are hilarious, and Mori will be instantly inspired to get a full set for his Elise-chan, much to her distaste.

While Mori and Elise are going at it, Kouyou will actually share her opinions. Chuuya will crawl out from his burrow of embarrassment and listen to her with you.

"Rather than identical ones, these would be much better. They have variety." Kouyou said. And you both will agree. You both have been eyeing a specific pair anyway

You both will decide to get complementary ones! Chuuya's will be a brown teddy and yours a white bunny! (Try googling Line's Brown and Cony, they're cute you won't regret it) Kouyou will totally agree with the decision.

When the package arrives, both of you will open it together. Chuuya's eyes for clothes are never wrong, the quality is immaculate. So warm and smooth, not a seam out of place.

Imagine the blush on Chuuya's face when you put on the white bunny onesie. The bunny ears on the hood! The fluffiness! His flustered face!

He will be slightly hesitant to put his own on, but when he does, you swear you can die from the cuteness. Want to see more cuteness? Tease him about it, and maybe he'll tickle you down until you're too breathless to tease him.

Chuuya doesn't want to say it explicitly but it does feel really comfortable, it's suitable for winters too.

As usual, Chuuya will be the big spoon. You will melt into his warmth and the smoothness of his onesie, and you can tell he's enjoying it too, from the way he'll drag his hand all over you to feel the smooth fabric

"It's a good thing we listened to ane-san's suggestion, hm?" You asked. "I didn't exactly like the matching penguin pairs."

"Yeah, this isn't bad at all." Chuuya admitted, snuggling his chin into the crook of your neck. "You're so warm."

Oda Sakunosuke

First off I'm Odasaku's lover before I'm anything else.

When the weather gets cold, it's your idea to get onesies for the kids. They could use some cute onesies to sleep in.

Unlike Dazai and Chuuya, Odasaku will have time to spare to go shopping with you. Being the handyman of Port Mafia has its good sides, after all.

The atmosphere is identical to a date! You both meet up at evening after work, have a simple dinner first, then start the shopping. Shopping for the kids' onesies with him makes you feel like a parent doesn't it?

Odasaku and you will make sure not to pick flimsy, thin, or rough ones. Only the best for the kids. Both of you put your keen eyes to use, examining every considered piece

Odasaku and you will definitely discuss whether to get five identical or different ones. After considering that the kids have different personalities, choosing different pieces will sound more ideal. You both will grant them the liberty of picking themselves.

"We just have to make sure they don't fight over it." Odasaku said.

Lion, dinosaur, piglet, panda, and penguin. That's what you both will choose!

Odasaku is a man who doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeves, so you relied on his eyes when it comes to him. You will see love and sincerity. He picks each piece with careful consideration.

The store clerk will throw an unexpected (yet clichéd shoujo) question at you both. "You picked such good choices. We have sets for adults too, why not match with your children?"

Odasaku and you will widen your eyes. First of all, parents? And match? Both of you stare at each other in confusion. Should you get two get a pair for yourselves?

"Why not?" Odasaku eventually said.

Odasaku's will be a brown dog and yours a white cat (remember that one official art of Odasaku with puppy ears? <3)

Odasaku and you will immediately visit the kids and give them their onesies. Their excitement in picking one for their own made you smile, and you can see the joy in Odasaku's eyes when the kids thanked him and you. He doesn't smile, but you don't need him to just to know he's glad his children love your pick. The way he pats their heads already speaks volumes of love.

Thankfully no kid wrestled to get what they want. You were especially concerned Kousuke will compete with someone

Odasaku will bring a secondhand polaroid he once bought at Yokohama's flea market to take pictures of the kids. You will herd the children to gather for the picture while Odasaku looked for the right angle in the other side of the room.

"Why don't you stay there for the picture too?" Odasaku asked you, half of his face behind the camera.

You kneel behind the kids and put your hands on Sakura and Yuu's shoulders, the ones who stood on the far left and right. That much is enough to warm Odasaku's heart, but when you too, smile for the camera, he freezes for a while to take the sight with his eyes

The picture comes out nicely. You will end up convincing Odasaku to take more but with him in it, together, all seven of you. You would need the curry diner owner's help to take the picture

"Sakunosuke, smile, will you?" You held his shoulder while you both kneeled behind the kids for the picture. He would be a little stunned

He smiles, but it was faint. Nevertheless, you recognise the content in his eyes in the photo, and it's enough.

When it's just the two of you in the living quarters, you will have to remind Odasaku that he too, bought a onesie. He will gladly put it on him since you look so eager, he's curious how it feels too

Your heart stops when he put on the hood with the puppy ears. You will have to fight back the urge to attack him with cuddles right there and then when his confused and innocent face matches the onesie so much!

"You're adorable," You smiled half teasingly, taking in the look of confused Odasaku who looked down at his onesie. The weight of the material felt right, it's like a cozy blanket.

"Try to put yours on," He says. When you did, his heart also missed a beat. The kitten ears on your head! The pure snowy white on you!

Odasaku is a bear hugger and when he hugs you, his embrace will feel tighter than usual. It's no surprise, he likes you and cats, and the way you interacted with the kids that day played tricks on his heart. You hug him back and ruffle his head while he mumbles his thank-you's at you

That night's sleep will be filled with nothing but cuddles of love and adoration. Yes, Odasaku is the big spoon, but you will also hold his arms tighter around you as you both drift into the night, chatting about life.

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